Shinjite Ai No Tsuzuki : Believe Love Goes On
An Inuyasha Fan Fiction Saga by Aoikami Sarah
Inuyasha fought his tears. He dug his claws into his palms. “I swear to you, Houseki! I will kill Naraku! For you, for Kikyo! For the people I care about who I WILL NOT LOSE!!!”
“Um.... Inuyasha?!” Miroku shouted in an anxious tone. Everyone raised a brow and looked in his direction. He held both hands in the air. “I think you got him!!”
His palm was solid. His void was gone.
Sango put her hands to her mouth. “Miroku!”
He laughed and ran to her. Miroku picked Sango up and spun her around. “Can you believe it!? He must be dead! My curse is lifted!!!”
“I... I did it!?” Inuyasha stuttered.
Myoga jumped up and down on Kirara’s back. “I knew you could do it, Inuyasha-sama!!”
Sango gushed. “I’m so happy!! My people have been avenged and there’s nothing to worry about now!”
Miroku sighed. “Are you going to be happy from now on? You’ve been so miserable lately...”
“Yes! We’re all going to be happy! My baby won’t be a cursed orphan!”
“Yes, your.... WHAT!?!”
“Baby!?” Inuyasha cried.
“Sango!?” Kagome shouted.
“And MIROKU!?!” Shippou exclaimed.
“Eh, I knew it was bound to happen,” Kaede grinned.
Sango’s smile faded. “I only wish this was a time for joy.”
They sobered and silently agreed to hold off on the victory celebration till the following morning.
Under the light of a nearly full moon, Kouga stood high atop a bluff overlooking a valley and a lazy, winding river. He didn’t bother to wipe the tears from his face as he howled at the moon. Exhausted from running all the way back to his territory without the aid of Shikon shards, he dropped to a seated position and watched the clouds obscure the moonlight and darken the valley.
A voice he only thought he heard soothed him.
“Kouga...” she whispered.
“I miss you,” he breathed in reply.
He thought he felt arms encircle him. He looked down, but didn’t see the white, soft hands clasped together across his chest, like she used to do when he was day dreaming.
“I’m older than any youkai...” she began, “ and as essential as water. I am Desire.”
Kouga’s eyes unfocused as he listened to the voice.
“I am Yuuwakusha the Seductress, Houseki the Hanyou and much more. I will exist so long as people need each other. Now I fully understand that need which I create, for I too have felt it as a mortal feels it. I have loved and hated, been loved and rejected. I’ve known friendship and rivalry, life and death. All is motivated by one force which until now I had no real understanding of...: love.”
The hands released him, a soft sensation like a warm breeze brushed his ear. “Though you may not see me, I shall always be beside you, Kouga. Thank you, my love.” Houseki smiled behind him for a moment then drifted away on the cool evening breeze in a flutter of ash and tears.
Inuyasha tried not to get his hopes up. Every time someone would make a comment about how wonderful it was to finally be rid of Naraku he would shrug or walk away. It was just too good to be true.
He and Kagome went to the God Tree early in the morning to investigate the scene. There was the baboon disguise, an exorbitant amount of dried blood, arrows and amazingly, an abundance of Shikon shards.
“I can’t believe they’re just lying here!” Kagome shouted as she picked them up.
“It must be a trap,” Inuyasha grumbled.
“Would you lighten up already! We got the bad guy!” she shook his shoulders and looked up at him with a huge, genki grin. “It’s ok. Celebrate!”
Kagome shrugged and continued to collect shards. “Wow. I’d say we have them all!”
“Impossible,” he spat.
“Well, we have mine, Naraku’s and Kouga gave me his two. We’ve been searching with no luck for others for a long time now, maybe we do have them all!” she cheered.
“If we do...” he started.
“If we do... then it’s over.” Her smile fell. They walked back to the village in silence.
Kaede rubbed her chin. “There is only one way to tell if all the shards are here.”
“Count them?” Shippou asked playing with them.
“No, child. We must fuse them together.”
“Is that possible?” Miroku raised a brow.
“We do have a first-rate Miko in our presence. A few hours of concentration should do the trick.”
Kagome sweat a little. “Hours?” She thought of taking tests that lasted hours and started to get nauseous.
“I’ll help you.”
Kagome was sequestered for the rest of the morning and much of the afternoon in Kaede’s house. She clutched the shards, both large and small in her hands. Kagome glowed a faint blue when she finally started to get the hang of what Kaede instructed her to do, and soon was lost in the trance necessary to bind the fragments together.
Inuyasha sat just outside the house and guarded her. He watched the villagers come and go, nodding his head as they bowed to him in appreciation. They all knew what he and his friends had done.
As the hours slipped by, Inuyasha fought with boredom and the desire to check in on Kagome. He had been told not to interrupt her trance, but he just wanted to make certain she was all right. Something was making him nervous. Perhaps it was the idea of having the Tama in one place. He remembered how it had been for Kikyo and ground his teeth. There was no way in hell anything was going to happen to Kagome. He would die first and then pursue the offender from the grave.
‘Wow,’ he thought. ‘It could be over. If that jewel is whole, our job is done. She can go home...’ this last thought bothered him to no end. ‘But the Shikon no Tama will still attract evil. It must be destroyed!’
He recalled the recent conversation with Kaede. She had mentioned that if he chose to use the Tama to transform into either a human or a full youkai, the jewel would be used up completely. If he were to become human, he would be good. If he became a youkai he would be evil. Such was the nature of the battle ensuing inside the Jewel of the Four Souls.
Inuyasha looked up at the pale, blue sky and smiled. “That’s it then,” he said out loud to no one in particular.
In the distance, a strange flash of white caught his eye. His heart rose up into his throat and he strained to see the person walking between the rice paddies.
“What the fuck?...” he whispered and remained seated. “What the fuck does HE want?” Inuyasha grumbled. When he got within a few hundred feet, Inuyasha walked calmly towards him. Both men stopped and stared at each other.
“Whadaya want?” he snarled.
Sesshoumaru cocked his head to the side in mock concern. “The Great Sesshoumaru comes to the court of his hanyou brother and gets treated so?”
“Out with it. I don’t trust ya as far as I can throw ya.”
Sesshoumaru was unmoved. “I have heard that Naraku is no more.”
Inuyasha smirked. “You got it right.”
He raised a brow. “I must say I am angered that it was not I, Sesshoumaru who had the pleasure of eliminating him.”
‘What the hell is he up to!?’ Inuyasha wondered.
“I also assume you will be attempting to collect all the shards of the Shikon no Tama?”
“You mean I WILL collect them all.”
“You know I will fight you for them. Your battle is not over with the death of Naraku.”
“Yeah it is.”
Again he raised a brow, but said nothing.
“Don’t worry, Bro. I’ll be leaving soon. You’ll never see me or the Tetsusaiga again.” He wanted to add that he would be taking the Jewel, but decided not to incite a fight right here with Kagome so vulnerable.
“I see...” Sesshoumaru mused. “In that case, good riddance.” Before he turned and walked away, Sesshoumaru did something shocking: he bowed his head - only just slightly - but he did it. Inuyasha nodded back.
Only a few minutes after he disappeared, Kagome emerged from the house with Kaede behind her. She grinned sleepily.
“Well?!” he asked. She jogged over to him and presented the Shikon no Tama, just as it looked when first they met nearly three years ago.
The celebration was long, loud and joyous. At its commencement, Miroku and Sango were married. They would stay with the others for another night, but decided they would leave the following morning to begin a search for Sango’s brother, Kohaku who must surely have been freed of Naraku’s spell. Kagome took dozens of Polaroid photos. Kaede was even coerced to take one of the group. Sango pleaded with Kagome to let her have it, and the girl agreed on the condition that it would be destroyed before she died to protect the future.
Inuyasha pulled Kagome aside as the party went on behind them. He kissed her roughly and held her close.
“Inuyasha...” she began, blushing.
“I need to talk to you.” He sat down and pulled her down with him. She played with his prayer beads which now hung around her neck.
“What’s up?” she asked.
“What do you want to do?”
She blinked. “What do you mean?”
“We have to use up the Shikon no Tama some how, but I need to know what you want to do. Do you want to stay here or go home?”
She bit her lip. “Well, If I go home... well what do you want to do?!”
“Nononononono. You. You tell me.”
She slumped her shoulders and looked at the ground. “I want to go home.”
“Can I come with you?”
Kagome looked up into his soft, yellow eyes. “Of course! Oh, but I don’t think it’ll be easy for you, I mean, being a half-demon in the 21st century.. what with the scientists and ...”
“Nononono!” he laughed. “I want to use up the Tama. We’ll go to your time and I’ll become human.”
Kagome was in shock. He just repeated exactly what she had been hoping he would say, almost word for word. She embraced him and smothered him with kisses.
“There you are! Oh!” Shippou gawked at them. He shook his head a few times and grabbed Inuyasha’s sleeve. “Come on you party poopers!” The little kitsune tugged and got them to rejoin the party.
The festivities lasted well into the morning hours and after a sound sleep, the seekers of the Shikon no Tama parted ways.
3:10 PM Tuesday April 14th 2012, Tokyo.
The doorbell rang. Mrs. Higurashi answered. “Hello?”
“Hello, is Higurashi Kagome at home?” asked a twenty-something young man. A woman stood at his side clutching a package tied up with brown paper.
“She’s just getting back from the shrine, would you like to come in?”
They were escorted inside and seated in the living room. Mrs. Higurashi went to get tea. The visitors looked around the room and waited. They muttered to themselves about the old, rusty-looking sword hanging on the far wall in a place of honor.
From upstairs they heard a commotion and a child’s laughter.
“Come back here you little demon!” a young man’s voice shouted in a playful tone. A red ball bounced down the stairs. A young boy appeared at the top and looked surprised and a little scared to see strangers in his house. His hair was white.
“Souta, make sure he doesn’t fall down the stairs!” another man’s voice called.
“I’m on top of it!” Souta scooped him up and noticed the strangers. “Oh, hi! Are you waiting for someone?”
They stood and greeted him, announcing again who they were there to see. Souta introduced his little friend. “This is my nephew, Yousuke. Say hi, kiddo.”
The boy hid behind him. They laughed.
“My sister should be here any second.”
They nodded and were about to ask about the old sword on the wall when a young woman dressed in full Priestess attire rounded the corner. The boy beamed and ran to her.
Kagome put her hand on his head and gawked at the strangers.
“Hello,” the man smiled pleasantly and began. “You must be Kagome.”
She nodded, unable to speak. Her son noticed her unease and watched the strangers, trying to see what his mother saw. Usually when there was bad energy or evil about, he could feel it too. Yousuke clutched her gown and furrowed his little brows.
“My name is...” the man began.
“Miroku!!!” Kagome shouted at last. She pointed at them in disbelief. “Miroku and Sango!”
A commotion was heard from upstairs. A man with short, black hair appeared at the top. “Kagome!? What’s going on!?” He too looked where she was pointing. “Holy shit!”
He leapt over the banister and landed with a thud. “It CAN’T be!”
The strangers looked warily at each other. “Well, those ARE our names... but how did you know them?”
“You’re not Miroku...” the man asserted. “The voice is too high.”
“Then... who are you?!” Kagome kept a hand on her boy. Souta looked confused.
“I’m Honda Miroku, this is my sister, Sango. We’ve come to deliver this to you.”
Sango extended her arms and handed the Priestess the package. “It has been handed down in our family for countless generations. We were instructed to give it to a woman named Higurashi Kagome in the spring of the year 2012.” Her voice trembled a bit in anticipation.
Yousuke was picked up by his father and watched his mother like a hawk. Kagome took it, asked them to have seats and opened the wrapping. Inside was a worn, ancient book. On the cover it read: Inuyasha - Sengoku O Togi Zoushi.
“What....?” Kagome grinned in disbelief and opened the cover. “Dear friends, we miss you more than can be said, but have decided to allow you to miss us less,” she read the introduction. “Herein please find the details of our lives and the story you have given us: the story of Inuyasha and the quest for the Shikon no Tama as told by those who experienced it. You will be in our hearts always. Love to you Kagome and Inuyasha, from Sango, Miroku and Shippou!”
“Please!” Honda Miroku begged. “We’ve lived with this tale all our lives. Tell us. Is this... real? Was there really a fox demon named Shippou? Was there really an Inuyasha!?
“Che.” Inuyasha grinned and adjusted his son on his hip. “You’re lookin’ at him.”
“Is this true?” Sango squinted. “You don’t look like Inuyasha....” Her brother flipped to a page with an illustration.
“Oh my god! Look!” Kagome pointed. “It’s my Polaroid!”
The watercolor rendition even had the proper white border. Inuyasha, Kagome, Shippou, Miroku and Sango were depicted fairly well in the crude painting. Her sailor-fuku was a little misrepresented, but it was close.
The Honda siblings were in shock. “So this all really happened!? You are that Kagome and Inuyasha!?”
“Uh huh,” Inuyasha smirked. “But... those days of action and adventure are over now...” He gave his son a light noogie.
“Thank goodness!” Kagome added.
The strangers talked into the evening and by the time they left, they were friends.
Kagome and her husband Inuyasha said goodnight to the Hondas, agreeing to meet a week later and put their son to bed.
“Mama, Papa,” Yousuke whispered. “If Papa is a hanyou am I a hanyou too?”
They gave each other a glance. Inuyasha kissed him on the forehead. “We’ll talk about it tomorrow. It’s past your bed time.”
The five year old wrapped himself tightly in his comforter and dreamt of chasing demons with his parents.
And so it went for many more happy years. It would be another decade before action and adventure paid a visit to the Higurashi Shrine... but that’s another story.