Summary:
Mama Higurashi suggests Kagome writes letters to deal with her grief in InuKag’s three year separation.
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Chapter One
Dear Inuyasha,
I don’t know if I ever told you about my father, but he died in an accident when I was young, so young that Souta hadn’t even been born yet, in a very similar situation with you and your father. I remember my mama used to write these letters, as if she were talking to him, and now she suggests that I do the same with you. She said this is supposed to help me with my grief, whatever that means, but how do I write a letter that you will never see, words that won’t ever be read? I have so many things I want to tell you, most of which you probably wouldn’t understand, but I guess I should begin somewhere.
Summary: A collection of drabbles and one-shots exploring life after Kagome made that one right wish on the Sacred Jewel. Occasionally featuring voices from the next generation.
Chapter Summary: Miroku and Hisui visit InuYasha a few days prior to Kagome's return.
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Being big sisters was a brilliant notion for Miroku’s daughters until they realized their mother’s attention was split from halves to thirds. But it wasn’t horrible for Miroku to pick up his newborn son and wander around for a while. Not that his two feet would drag them aimlessly around Kaede’s Village. There was a destination he had in mind, a place he and his companions dubbed “InuYasha’s Clearing” after Shippo trailed the half-demon there last year. It was supposed to be his alone, but none of them could resist showing up from time to time. The wind was careful, the forest below seemed incredibly small, and if InuYasha was there a somber tranquility would warm even the coldest soul. Miroku hoped it’d help Hisui shake the frustrations of his sisters. “Come now, Hisui; if we’re not quiet, the big dog will know we’re coming,” he chided, bouncing the fussing baby in his arms.
“Too late,” InuYasha barked out, not even bothering to flick an ear. Hisui hadn’t bothered to stop crying, either, but Miroku continued to rock him. As he joined his friend, the monk remained silent, letting the dwindling cries of Hisui fill the space between them. There wasn’t much he wanted to say and there was probably not much InuYasha had an interest in listening to.
“It’s almost summer again,” Miroku said and InuYasha hummed in acknowledgment. What a peculiar force time was turning out to be; slippery as a fish and every bit the illusory force the scrolls in Mushin’s temple claimed. The monk’s expression softened as he gazed down at Hisui. His mouth had finally closed and the trails of hot tears started crystalizing. “It feels like an opportunity for change.”
“Sango just let another one of your brats out into the world, nothing’s the same now.”
Miroku gazed down at Hisui, his son. His first son, no more meaningful than his twin daughters who came prior. He never thought he’d make it this far, was still coming to terms with what exactly he needed to do, but his family was happy. For the first time in his life, the monk was content. Truly. That joy came at a large cost, of course, but it hardly spoiled the peace he’d found. She still haunted him though. Kagome managed to haunt them all.
Nearly three years passed since the Bone Eater’s Well disappeared then reappeared in a pillar of light. InuYasha was the only one who returned with it. And it was an odd notion to continue perpetuating: InuYasha without Kagome. Miroku never expected a full report, but when he spoke to the half-demon privately and was told about Kagome’s family he understood. He’d been there too. Back when the wails of the wind tunnel echoed in Naraku’s body, Sango was the only one on his mind. There was so much she’d lose if she followed him, so more than anything else, she had to live. It was a romantic sentiment, the monk was sure, but he’d been lucky. Hisui cooed, calling Miroku to the present. If InuYasha and Kagome hadn’t been there, Sango would be standing here alone instead. She would’ve shared this space with InuYasha, empathizing. Would she have changed like him, too?
The sun dipped a bit lower, wrapping the three in its warmth. Miroku offered his companion a light smirk. He’d lifted Hisui slightly. “You know, I always thought I’d take after my father and grandfather and have a son first.”
InuYasha scoffed. “It’s called karma.”
“Now, now InuYasha: I’ve only acted with the best intentions.”
“Keh.”
Hisui blinked a few times, following Miroku’s gaze to the half-demon. Once Hisui began squirming in his swaddle, Miroku turned his attention back. He and his son had identical violet eyes that glinted predictably after a plan formed. Miroku hardly needed to question what the newborn wanted to do. He worked around Hisui’s frustrated stretches, fumbling with the yukata until the right hand of his son popped out. Miroku’s thumb brushed across it fully. No wind tunnel.
“It’s only right that they’re drawn to you, you’re what brought Sango and I together,” Miorku stated as InuYasha rolled his eyes but extended his index finger anyway. Miroku noticed the small twitch from the half-demon’s mouth as Hisui grasped at the long white claw presented to him. The boy brought it to his chest as if it was incapable of harm.
Summary: Mama Higurashi suggests Kagome writes letters to deal with her grief in InuKag’s three year separation.
A huge shout out to @geda-art for this amazingly, talented, beautiful banner she made me for this five part story. I cannot expresses just how much I love it and that she was able to capture what I wrote perfectly.💕
Chapter Two
Dear Inuyasha,
How could you?! How could you just leave me like this?! I know you think that my world is safer, but it’s just not! Just because there aren’t demons running around and people fighting for jewel shards, doesn’t mean my world isn’t any less dangerous than yours, you idiot! I wish you had just gone with Kikyo and defeated Naraku by yourself, so I wouldn't have to deal with all these emotions by myself. I’m sorry, I didn’t truly mean all of that.
