@slayersheart didn’t ask for this but I can’t pass up a Koalatea Sango
Sesshomaru stands at the outskirts of the village where Inuyasha’s tight-knit entourage has permanently settled. He’s at the side of the noble huntress who once gave her sole means of breathing during combat to Rin. The woman who is Kohaku’s home.
He may not call any of these people “friend,” not even though he thinks it largely true. But Sango, of all of Inuyasha’s compatriots, is the most dignified, the most level-headed, and certainly the most valorous. These are qualities that a daiyoukai can respect.
And at her feet, twin girls play, while a third infant gurgles, strapped to her chest. Something about the simple enthusiasm children show the world has always soothed the restless vagabond in Sesshomaru, and he finds the company pleasant. Even when the elder duo transfer their boundless energy to his feet.
The harvest is upon them, a chill in the air as the tall grasses glow golden in the sunset. Inuyasha’s elder brother does not speak for some time.
At length, in his calm and unadorned manner:
“Your brother, I have heard, has done you proud.”
What goes unsaid: I expect the best of one of Rin’s potential suitors, and so, I am pleased as well.
And then, more astonishing still,
“Your manner of siblinghood, and the miko’s, is strange to me.” A short, staccato “huh!” of mirth. “Can it be so much less vexing for a brother and sister? Or is this merely the sentimental way of humans?”