Terzetto

by Sereia13

Summary:

It had been five years since the final battle. Five years since Inuyasha had returned through the well without Kagome. He'd reassured them all that she was safe, but the uncertainty of whether or not she'd ever return weighed heavily on all of them. But life moves on, and Sango finds herself worried about more than one person--especially after he puts his life on hold to save hers.

Notes:

Day 1 Fandom Pride Parade 2025 hosted by Magical Monthly Prompts!

Chapter 1: Protest

There was no blood, no fighting, no worry about when the next attack would come, but above everything else, what Sango noticed the most was the silence.

It wasn't oppressive, just a calmness to the village as a whole. Like they'd all been holding their breath. Granted, there'd been little left of the village to speak of, so most of their day consisted of gathering supplies and making plans for new buildings, but everyone was at ease. Unrushed.

She'd been wary at first. Naraku had broken each of them, using their greatest fears to tap into their psyche, and even now, she still jumped at the sound of clinking metal.

Kohaku's memory of the entire ordeal was fuzzy. He knew their father was dead and that he'd been kept alive by Naraku to perform his bidding, but the intricate details of what that entailed had been cleansed by Kagome's power.

Sango had been worried about the nightmares, but after everything had settled, the shadows had lifted from his eyes, and he'd flung himself into helping rebuild the village. The scar on her back was still healing, even with Miroku's help, and she wasn't about to bathe in front of her brother in the off chance it set him off, but there was no pain. No grief.

He deserved happiness, not a childhood that had been ripped from his fingers all because of a malevolent spider bent on world domination. The image of an actual spider holding up the Earth had a smile tugging at her lips, and she replaced the scroll she was looking at with what Kagome had called a 'notebook'.

It was one of the many gifts from the future, and until she returned, Sango used it to write down little notes or doodles that she thought her friend might enjoy. The drawings were barely more than a few scratches, but they were discernible, and they kept Kagome's memory fresh in her mind.

The previous page caught her eye, and she traced the lines of triangular ears with her finger. The lines were slightly smudged, proving how many times she'd done so, and the familiar worry tightened in her chest.

It had been five years since the final battle. Five years since Inuyasha had returned through the well without Kagome. He'd reassured them all that she was safe, but the uncertainty of whether or not she'd ever return weighed heavily on all of them.

Rebuilding the slayer village had given her a purpose, one she now shared with Kohaku, Miroku, and Inuyasha. For her brother, it was a duty to the family; for Miroku, it was a duty to her. Sango hadn't been able to figure out where Inuyasha's duty lay, but he'd seemed more than willing to let a day of slicing down trees and patching roofs distract him from whatever he felt about Kagome's disappearance.

Was he lonely? She'd like to think they were close enough for him to confide in, but the walls around his heart had only been penetrated by one person, and Sango was worried about what would happen if he continued to bottle up his emotions.

As if summoned, there was a knock to her left, the makeshift door nudged out of the way before Inuyasha stepped inside. A bundle of clothes was held under one arm, a bundle of tools in the other. "I'm headin' down to the river," he said. "It's been a week since anyone's washed these, and they're startin' to stink."

Sango would've laughed at the domesticity of the sight, but it happened on the regular. He'd spent some time with Totosai, and now barked orders about keeping their tools and weapons in top shape.

"I'll come with you," she replied, already getting to her feet. He started to protest, but she waved him off. "I need a break anyway."

He backed up to make room for her and the basket of dishes she was holding. "I coulda told you that."

She flashed him a smile. It still felt odd to do so, as they'd spent so much time gritting their teeth during battle, but they came more easily now. "But you didn't, so you don't get credit."

"Keh."

The walk was short, so she didn't bother trying to fill the gap with forced conversation. Ironically, it was Miroku who felt the need to prattle on about everything and nothing, so being with Inuyasha sometimes came as a reprieve.

He'd never talked about his time in the meidou, though she doubted many people asked. Everyone wanted to know how Kagome was: if he'd found her, how he'd found her, if she'd still been herself. Sango peeked at him from the corner of her eye.

His profile was the same, though perhaps a little more filled out since she'd first met him. He'd hit a late growth spurt, and none of them could say whether his human or youkai blood was the cause. He looked…seasoned. Or weathered. Either way, there was a stiffness about him that never seemed to relax, and it pained her to think he'd never be rid of the shadows.

She watched as he knelt by the stream, dragging both bundles through the water before rolling up his sleeves to reveal strong forearms. He still wore his firerat most of the time, but as self-repairing as it was, there was no point in putting it through unnecessary wear and tear with mundane tasks like building houses.

His leadership had grown since coming to the slayer village, and most of the residents looked to him for guidance when she was training recruits. They knew who was in charge, but it really helped to get through a session uninterrupted because he could answer questions about replenishing their inventory.

He leaned back on his heels, catching her gaze over his shoulder. "You can always move upstream if yer worried about contamination."

"Are you lonely?" she blurted. His head cocked to the side, ears twitching in confusion. Sango flushed, then knelt beside him, busying herself with scrubbing the dishes.

He went back to his task of wringing out the clothes, hands moving methodically through each motion. "No," he said, as if it were a complete sentence.

She paused, the water trickling over her fingers echoing loudly in her ears. "Are you sure?" she eventually whispered.

He snorted. "Planning on turning this into a therapy session?"

Her blush deepened. "I just… It's been so long since we've seen her, and we don't know when she'll be back." The 'when' felt forced, burying the 'if' that threatened to escape. Water hit her face, dripping down her nose and cheeks, and she gave him an incredulous look. "I'm being serious!" she spluttered.

He had the audacity to grin, the flash of fang youthening his features to the arrogant rogue she'd fought with against Naraku. "Sometimes you're too serious."

Sango pursed her lips. The need to interrogate him further burned under her skin, but he ran a hand through his hair, the excess water smoothing his bangs away from his face.

"Of course I miss her. But I've got you and Miroku, so it ain't all bad." She gave him a considering look, but he shrugged, finishing the task of washing the tools. "You gave me purpose," he continued. "It ain't about power, anymore. It's about protection. And I ain't complaining that all I have to protect the village from is a few low-level youkai now and again."

"You don't miss the adventure of travelling all the time?" she asked, genuinely curious.

He shrugged again. "I like being in one place."

Sango's concern dissipated, and she offered him a warm smile. "I like having you here, too."

"Good," he said. "'Cause you ain't getting' rid of me anytime soon."

The soft jingle signalled the arrival of a third party, gravel crunching under the monk's sandals. "And we're all glad for it."

Chapter 2: Defiance

"Only because it gives you an edge on swindling people out of their money for exorcisms," Inuyasha shot back.

Miroku returned the jab with a charming smile, one that made Sango's heart flutter but eyes narrow at the same time. "Ah, but it's not our fault so many villages are infested." She caught Inuyasha's gaze, and they both shook their heads in exasperation. Miroku feigned being shot in the heart. "I provide so much, yet I am wounded by those I care about most!"

Sango bit the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing, but Inuyasha grabbed one of her cups, and water arched through the air before splattering the monk in the face. Miroku took it in stride, using what remained to slick back his hair and strike a pose, dimples on full display. "If you wish for a show, I am happy to oblige."

Inuyasha groaned and picked up one of the tools. "Keep that up, ya pervert, and I'll be throwing one of these next!"

Miroku blew him a kiss, earning a growl in return, and a giggle snuck out. Sango clamped a hand over her mouth as they both turned toward her, giving them an innocent look. Silver ears twitched, and she braced herself for more water, but Inuyasha cleared his throat before scrubbing the remaining clothes against a rock.

"What?" she asked.

Miroku chuckled, ruffling his friend's hair before sitting between them. "He's just glad you're still able to do that," he said.

"Keh."

She looked at the two of them, eyes wide. "Do I not smile that often?" She felt she did. It was certainly easier to do so now that things had calmed down and they weren't fighting for their life on a daily basis.

There'd been no reason to smile. Not when Naraku was breathing down their necks and yet still one step ahead of them. Hope had been a glimmer on the horizon, mostly due to Kagome's defiance; the only time Sango could relax was when they'd stolen away to a hot spring, and even then, it was usually interrupted by lecherous monks.

"It never reached your eyes," Inuyasha mumbled, wringing out the last of the clothes.

She flushed, returning to her chores. She couldn't deny it, as she'd done her best to hide it as much as possible. There had been bouts of relief during their travels, but every time she let her guard down, something vile slithered in, intent to take advantage of everything and everyone.

Most of the time, it took the face of her brother, the boy who'd seen more horror in a year than anyone would see in their lifetime. His shadows still lingered, though turning his power into protection had done wonders. He'd end up surpassing them all, especially with how much time he spent with Totosai and Sesshoumaru.

There'd never been a request on either end, but the daiyoukai had never denied him entry to the west. Sango had been worried his emotional suppression would rub off on Kohaku, but Rin was a force to be reckoned with. She was a free spirit, a shining light to those who needed it most. Even Jaken had softened since Naraku had been dealt with.

"No one blames you," Miroku said. "And even if they tried, our dear friend would pummel them into the next village."

Inuyasha snorted but didn't argue, and another genuine smile tugged at her lips. It was so easy to find joy when the three of them were together.

Something grazed her backside, Miroku letting out a yelp as Inuyasha twisted his arm behind his back. "Not the time, pervert!"

Miroku sighed dramatically. "I only wished to distract her." He winked, and Sango bit back a laugh as Inuyasha shoved him into the river.

"Distract yourself!"

Miroku took it all in stride, already removing his outer layer. "It appears you do wish for a show."

Inuyasha growled and tore after him, fangs bared as he tried to get him into a headlock. Miroku knew better than to stay still; they still had a ways to go before the village was up and running, but the men found time to train together, whether it was meditation or combat.

Inuyasha had scoffed at the former at first, but had found it helped with the nightmares. Sango found it helped with his temper in general—the outbursts were fewer and further in between.

Minus when Miroku went out of his way to antagonize him. She wasn't sure if it was a coping mechanism, but they were all better off for it.

If she smiled more, so did he. It wasn't overt, more of a subtle tweak of his shoulders, and usually reserved for them. He'd been forced into too many roles, and the mask was hard to remove, which was why she cherished this time together.

They made her heart sing. They were at peace, the day-to-day comings and goings of the village doing much to remind them of what they'd fought for. That they'd won.

Yet, even as she watched their tussle turn into a water fight, each trying his best to drench the other, the pressure in her chest increased. They both made her so happy—happier than she ever thought possible.

How was she supposed to choose between them?

Chapter 3: Adaptability

The monk had always been charming, more than she liked to admit, but not as much as he thought. His inability to keep his hands to himself had disgusted her at first, but she soon found herself relying on it to stop herself from drowning. It made for a good laugh, his roguish grin emphasizing his dimples whenever he caught her eye after an altercation.

Sango couldn't count the number of bruises he'd received at the hands of Hiraikotsu. It was enough to deter anyone. But not Miroku. He'd been determined to make the most of what little time he had left, and when there suddenly wasn't an expiry date, his overall demeanour relaxed.

There was no rush, no expectations; just time to enjoy themselves and bask in each other's presence. She appreciated more than he knew, though she told him often. And each time his fingers would brush the side of her cheek, quickly followed by his lips as he reassured her he wasn't going anywhere.

Which was why she'd never given the odd feeling in her chest much credence.

It had begun slowly, ignored or brushed off due to so many different circumstances. She'd felt a pull toward the hanyou, understanding his need for revenge more than anyone, but their focus had been Naraku. His focus had been Kagome, and hers, Miroku.

But now… Now she felt it—understood it. The pull towards Miroku was no less intense, but her need to be around Inuyasha was a close second.

And she selfishly wanted them both.

As she watched them splash around in the water, she felt another smile touch her lips. She lay her chin on top of her knees, enjoying the view, though it was mostly comprised of Miroku trying to take his clothes off and Inuyasha trying to keep them on.

There was never any suspicion from either of them. They were part of a set, content to be in each other's lives until… Sango wasn't sure what the 'until' consisted of, but she was going to enjoy it for as long as possible. She felt safe with them, both of them, and though she knew there would come a day when Inuyasha would find someone else—the hope that Kagome would return would never fade—she'd settle for friendship.

"Sango, my dear," Miroku called. "This is not a spectator sport! Come and join us." He spun out of Inuyasha's reach. "This boy thinks himself a full demon."

"I'll show you boy!" Inuyasha snapped, reaching for his hair.

Miroku spun again, the tenseness of his muscles belying the bored expression on his face. "Too slow, boy!" he said in a sing-song voice.

Laughing, Sango got to her feet, removing her outer layer before stepping into the water.

Inuyasha looked between the two of them and growled. "Foul play, lecher." He swiped at Miroku to keep him at bay, then went after Sango. She ducked the blow, but not out of anticipation. She cried out as she hit the water, looking over her shoulder. Something had caught her around the ankle, and when she tried to shake it loose, she found a pair of yellow eyes staring back at her.

The creature smirked, stroking her bare leg. "I was going to punish you for wrecking my home, but since you've offered up such a delicious morsel, we'll call it even." She tried kicking it with her other foot, but it was a fatal mistake, giving him the chance to latch onto her skin without the water in his head plate splitting out.

Fire shot through her, and she convulsed against the river floor, water flooding her lungs. She clawed at the mud, trying to get her head above water. She finally grabbed something solid, and it yanked her up, something else smacking her on the back. Her foot was still caught, fire coursing through her veins, but at least she could breathe.

"Are you alright?" Miroku asked, his eyes still on the creature.

"I don't know," she spluttered. She couldn't stand, so she leaned against him, his arm around her waist to keep her upright. "My foot hurts."

"What the hell did you do to her, ya bastard?" Inuyasha yelled. She wanted to laugh—his language always suffered when he was angry—but it wasn't the time. She continued to cough, but it wasn't getting any easier to breathe.

The creature grinned at them, showing off a row of slimy teeth. "She's mine. I'm taking her with me."

"The hell you are!" Inuyasha slashed at him, but it jumped away, cackling madly.

"Normally, I don't go for humans, but she'll do nicely." He was unusually spry for someone carrying a shell on his back, and Sango finally noticed his webbed hands.

Gripping Miroku's arm, she sucked in as much air as she could. "He's a kappa," she croaked, suddenly wishing they'd brought some cucumber with them. She'd have to tell the rest of the village—once they dealt with the threat. She shook her head, then gasped.

Her foot was covered in scales.

The fire she'd felt before was from the scales pushing out of her skin, and webbing had already sprung up between her toes. She tried to scream, but the sound was garbled, as if her mouth was full of water, and she gave Miroku a panicked look.

He tightened his grip, dragging her out of the water and onto the bank. Her mouth was dry even as she tried to clear her throat. It felt like she was drowning. Inuyasha slashed at the kappa again, then jumped to her side. Miroku handed her off, eyes never leaving the creature as Inuyasha held her close.

"Your adaptability serves you well, my lord," Miroku crooned. "We had no idea such an intelligent creature lived here."

The kappa puffed out his chest. "That's because your blood is impure." He licked his beak as he looked at Sango. She shuddered, kicking out her legs as if dragging them against the ground would rid her of the scales.

Miroku held a hand behind his back, keeping Inuyasha from attacking. He offered the other up to the kappa, bowing low. "You are to be commended for such a find. She's the new head of the slayer village and will serve you well." Inuyasha's claws dug into her side, but she kept him still.

If she was going to die, she didn't want it to be alone. She knew he wouldn't give her up—Miroku less so-and she struggled to recall her knowledge on kappas. She knew they liked cucumber and sumo wrestling, but neither would help them right now. And she had no idea what their mating rituals consisted of.

Her vision began to blur, like she'd opened her eyes under water, but Miroku held his position. The kappa looked between them, appearing torn, but he eventually mirrored Miroku's greeting. The water in his head plate poured onto the ground, and he squawked as he was suddenly rendered immobile.

Miroku muttered something under his breath, power coating his hands before he sent the kappa flying. It screeched, arms flailing as it landed on its back, and Miroku turned around, expression serious. "I will leave the rest to you, my friend. You'll find him quite harmless now."

Inuyasha didn't need any extra encouragement. Lying Sango on the ground, he sprang after the water demon, reducing it to a pile of goo in a matter of seconds. Sango reached up to touch Miroku's face. She could barely see him, and the fire had reached her stomach now, but she wasn't about to get back into the water to complete the transformation.

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

He chuckled, shaking his head against her palm. "You have nothing to apologize for." Inuyasha returned to her side, his youki pulsing in agitation, and Miroku looked up at him. "How do we stop it?" he asked, voice cracking.

"We can't," Inuyasha replied. "Mating marks are permanent."

"But you killed him," he argued.

The hanyou shook his head. "It won't stop it. The only thing that can is—" He dragged a hand through his hair, ears twitching madly.

"Don't say death," Miroku whispered harshly.

Inuyasha shook his head again. She reached for him, needing them both, and he caught her hand, kneeling beside her. "A stronger youkai can replace the mark."

Miroku's hand tightened against hers. "There's no time," he said, hysteria starting to rise. "And I won't force her into another demon's trap—"

"I'll do it."

Chapter 4: Endurance

The air around them stilled. She could barely hear them, the sound of water rushing through her ears, but she could sense their disquiet. "You're willing to bond yourself to her?" Miroku asked him incredulously.

Inuyasha didn't hesitate. "If it'll save her."

She could hear the hope in Miroku's voice, though not much else, then felt him slump. "I appreciate the offer, but your power isn't—"

Inuyasha growled at him, yanking at the beads around his neck. "If you take these off, I can do it."

"But doesn't Kagome-sama—"

"She changed it," Inuyasha said. "Right before the final battle. She didn't want me to be stuck with them if something happened to her." Miroku opened his mouth again, but Inuyasha pinned him with a scathing glare. "Do you want to save her or not?"

They were startled by the sound of her gurgling, and Miroku grabbed the end of the beads, yanking them over his friend's head. "Please," he said desperately. Inuyasha was still holding Sango's hand, and she felt the surge of power before she slid into his arms.

Everything burned now, but she felt safe. She leaned against him, seeking his warmth, but he lifted her higher, and a garbled whimper escaped her parched lips. The growl in her ear was louder than before, a mix of purple, red, and teal flashing in front of her eyes. She probably should be afraid, but everything was muted, so she didn't waste the energy.

Her hair was brushed away from her neck before pain shot through her neck. Sango arched, limbs thrashing as the powers inside her converged. It was agony, each one fighting for dominance as electricity continued to pour in through her neck. Something around her waist gripped her like a vice, refusing to let go even as she screamed.

A spark of light caught her eye, though she was barely able to turn her head, and her vision came back into focus as a barrier shimmered into existence around them. What was he protecting them from? Hadn't the danger passed?

She'd always been in awe of Miroku's power. Kagome controlled hers like a goddess, but there was something far more earthy about his. Yes, he'd primarily relied on the wind tunnel for offensive attacks, and a lot of his ofuda were used as a ruse to placate worried villagers, but he'd been blessed with more than his father's curse.

It didn't arc through the air in a burst of colours like Kagome's; it thrummed through the ground, sending creatures scattering as the air shimmered between dimensions. It was subtle, until it wasn't, and then it was too late. He'd harnessed it more since Naraku had been destroyed. Each new hut sported the etching of a protective symbol in its foundation, and the power only grew with each new addition. She'd never asked him for it, but he was more than willing to give whatever he could.

She reached for him, her strength waning, but he kept his distance, hands pressed together in a myriad of repeated movements. The pain near her feet ebbed, though the heat from her neck remained, and as her body finally gave in to the encroaching darkness, a soft "I love you" escaped her lips.

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Miroku remained motionless. Sango's chest barely moved, and though every instinct screamed at him to check on her, he couldn't chance Inuyasha perceiving him as a threat.

He'd seen firsthand what his demon side could do, and without the submission beads, there was nothing to pull him back from the brink.

Demons in general were extremely territorial, but some breeds took it to the extreme, and they were all in a precarious situation, considering Inuyasha was a canine. Inuyoukai mated for life, and though more than one could be obtained, the mating process was usually done in solitude, giving their protective nature time to settle before others were allowed near.

However, these weren't typical mating circumstances. There was no courting, no acceptance—just the need to save a friend.

Miroku had never seen Sango so pale before; she worked herself to her limits, then continued until she was one step away from complete exhaustion, but there was always life in her eyes—an exhilarated flush to her cheeks. He couldn't count the number of times he'd been forced to make her rest.

She gave so much and asked for so little, and what did she have to show for it? Being mated to a kappa with a foul mind and fouler breath. He prided himself on his ability to charm people, but the creature had none of it. If he hadn't been so worried about Sango's well-being, he would've ripped the kapa apart with his bare hands.

He could've refilled his head plate to guarantee his servitude, but his focus had been Sango—and if any part of the creature had remained conscious, her fate would've been sealed.

The raging storm of Inuyasha's youki slowly receded, the tang of Sango's blood slowly following, and Miroku finally lifted his head, keeping his hands in place in case something had gone wrong. Sango's breathing evened out, and Miroku sighed in relief as the scales on her legs started to disappear.

"You did it," he said, remaining where he was. He couldn't tell how controlled the hanyou was, couldn't even be sure he was currently a hanyou, but his endurance was greater than even the pure-blooded youkai they'd come across. Miroku almost smirked. Inuyasha could survive on adrenaline alone.

His friend sat up, the crimson disappearing from his eyes. The slashes of violent violet were still visible on his cheeks, his arms wrapped firmly around her prone form. "I'm sorry," he whispered.

Miroku couldn't tell who he was speaking to, but he shook his head all the same. "There have been far too many apologies today for my liking," he said. Amber eyes flickered in his direction, but he didn't say anything.

Sensing the danger had passed, Miroku finally got to his feet, keeping his steps balanced and steady as he approached the newly mated couple. Sango was curled up in Inuyasha's lap, their clothing still soaked, and he'd be worried about her catching a cold if her face hadn't resumed its usual pallor.

"She's strong," Miroku said reassuringly, sitting cross-legged in front of them. He kept their bodies separated, making sure not even his sodden robes brushed up against him. The submission beads lay a few feet from them, discarded and tangled in the grass. Inuyasha followed his gaze, his eyes taking on an odd tinge.

"You can't put them back on yet," he murmured. "Mating marks take a lot, and if I become too weak, she won't survive."

Miroku gave him an incredulous look. "Do you honestly believe I would beg you to save her and immediately put you back under their control?"

Inuyasha blinked, like he hadn't considered an alternative. "It's the safe thing to do."

Miroku picked up a nearby pebble and flicked it at Inuyasha's forehead. The hanyou bristled, elongated fangs poking out over his bottom lip. "Don't start with me, monk! I know how dangerous I am like this—"

"Yet you were willing to sacrifice everything to save her," Miroku replied knowingly.

A telltale flush coloured Inuyasha's cheeks, and his mouth snapped shut. His youki continued to fluctuate, but had coiled around Sango protectively, giving Miroku more room to move closer. Inuyasha's hands flexed, but he didn't lash out, and his claws were almost back to their normal length.

"She'll understand."

Inuyasha tensed, still watching her. "She didn't have a choice."

"Yet the mark still took," Miroku said knowingly. Sango was the expert on demons, but he knew enough that mating marks only took properly if the recipient was willing. The bite on her leg had been a surprise, but it was quickly rejected, causing the kappa's power to shift into a grotesque transformation.

Right now, she appeared to be sleeping. It would likely be a long time before she woke, but the only mark on her was the indentations of Inuyasha's teeth.

"Do you love her?" Miroku asked softly.

Inuyasha continued to avoid his gaze. "I ain't tryin' to come between you," he hissed. "Sango made her choice a long time ago, and I wouldn't—"

Miroku grabbed a fistful of silver hair, bringing himself to full height. The hanyou was startled into submission, eyes wide as he stared up at him. "Do you love her?" he asked again, indigo boring into amber. Inuyasha licked his lips, ears flat against his head. He nodded stiffly, shoulders hunched, and Miroku finally smiled. "Then it doesn't matter."

Chapter 5: Determination

Inuyasha's mind was still racing even after they'd returned to the village. Miroku had the forethought to cover Sango in her outer yukata, hiding the mark on her neck from prying eyes. To everyone else, they'd encountered a kappa but had fought it off. The village didn't need to know the intricacies of how it was done.

Inuyasha still couldn't believe that it had worked. Mating was supposed to be an intimate thing, used at the peak of a pleasure to ease the other party into the bond. He was chagrined to admit he'd learned the intricacies from someone like Kouga, but it wasn't like he'd had a normal childhood.

Even with Mom's stories, there was very little he'd understood about being a youkai at that age. He knew Dad was powerful, and that he spent a lot of time fighting other youkai, but the anticipation of his return lessened each time he was away longer. He had Mom. That was enough for him.

Or so he thought.

It wasn't until he had a pack that he realized how much he wanted one. Having someone to protect, having someone who cared, even in the heat of battle, made all the difference. And considering all the bullshit they'd gone through with Naraku, they all deserved their happy ending.

His hands flexed so the scowl wouldn't show on his face. Sango had been on her way to her happy ending, but that had gone to shit the moment the kappa had bitten her. Even with his youki subdued under the spell of the beads, he could feel her aura fading. He hadn't been sure what Miroku's response would be, the suggestion hanging between them, but all he cared about was saving her.

He didn't regret it, but he'd done it out of necessity, and Sango still hadn't woken up to face the consequences.

"You're doing it again," Miroku called from the kitchen.

Inuyasha scowled. "I'm not doing anything," he retorted.

"You're looking at her like she's going to wake up and hate you."

"She might," Inuyasha muttered.

Miroku flicked his ear as he passed, chuckling at the way he scrambled away from him. "Keep that up, and I'll kiss the scowl right off your face."

Inuyasha flushed. He didn't doubt that he'd do it, but he didn't know how he felt about it, either. He didn't dislike the idea, but right now, his concern was Sango and her lack of choice in being mated. Plus, Miroku had always been overzealous with his physical affection, so it could just be his way of coping.

Inuyasha watched as Miroku puttered around Sango's hut. She still lived by herself, even though the two of them had an understanding of where their relationship was going, and Inuyasha was surprised Miroku had given her so much space. The way he'd gone on about her bearing his kid made it seem like it was a done deal.

Maybe that was why it was so easy for him to stick around. Helping out with the village was nothing, but the calm serenity of being with the two of them had done wonders in staving off the loneliness since Kagome had been forced back to her own time.

Inuyasha had done his duty of ensuring everyone got home safe, helping to clean up what remained of Naraku's toxin, but he'd been so lost afterwards. They'd been fighting Naraku and his web of deception for a year, and it was hard to believe it was actually over. He'd never thought about after, especially once he'd decided he wanted nothing to do with the jewel's wish, and for a while, he'd been left floundering.

He couldn't go back to what it was before, so he'd wandered for a while, checking in on former comrades when he could. He'd spent a little time in the eastern mountains, but although he didn't mind the pack mentality, sharing a cave with ten wolves at a time was too much. He could handle the din during the day, but at night, he preferred his solitude.

The routine of the slayer village was more his style. Everyone came together to get the work done, but as soon as the sun set, they went their separate ways, content to relax and recharge until the next morning. There were no expectations, no requirements. He could hang out with Miroku or Sango or just lounge by himself.

Most of the time, it was the former, but neither of them had complained, so he figured he was still in good standing.

Sango stirred but didn't wake, and Inuyasha inched closer, legs folded under him. The beads lay in a bowl on her table, the string still intact. It was strange not to be wearing them, but he needed to remain at full power for his mate.

His mate.

It was odd to think about. The idea hadn't even formed with Kikyou, as their dream of being anything had been snuffed out by Naraku and his twisted desires. He knew she was different, but he'd been too young to understand what that meant. He'd still been too young with Kagome, though the devotion had run deeper.

Kagome had been the breath of fresh air he hadn't known he needed. She'd cleansed him of so much, and he'd fully taken it for granted that she'd return with him. They'd discussed every possible outcome, half of which involved her going back to her own time, but he'd always hoped they'd never have to deal with it.

It had taken him a while to realize their separation didn't hurt as much as he thought it would.

He was still despondent after he'd come back through the well; Kagome was the light that kept everyone together. Even at the cost of her modern-day life, she'd been willing to collect all the shards so that they wouldn't play into Naraku's hands. She'd come out of every manipulation stronger than she was before—and even more determined to burn his web to the ground.

Kagome was a warrior. He knew she'd get through this next stage of her life. Whether she came back or not.

Sango, on the other hand, he wasn't so sure of.

She turned her head, showing off the mark on her neck, and Inuyasha's jaw clenched at the jagged indentations still marring her skin. She hadn't fought it, but she hadn't consciously accepted it either, and regardless of their friendship, this was something neither of them had seen coming.

Miroku's hand brushed the top of his head. "It wouldn't have taken if she didn't want it," he reminded him, setting a bowl of broth next to her. It was fragrant but not overbearing, and Inuyasha looked between him and the bowl. "For when she wakes," Miroku said. "It's supposed to be drunk when it's cooled down."

"Will it hurt her?"

The monk crossed his legs, resting his chin in his palm. "Newly mated instincts are already that bad, huh?"

Inuyasha flushed. They were, which was the only reason he was questioning his motives in the first place. His head knew Miroku would never do anything to put Sango in danger, especially in such a vulnerable state, but the fact that someone else was so close to her so soon after being bonded was wreaking havoc on his heart.

"Don't worry, I know better than to touch her right now." Miroku had positioned himself on the other side of Inuyasha, putting him between him and Sango.

"Thanks," the hanyou mumbled, avoiding his gaze. "I don't know how long it'll take. I've never done this before."

Miroku stroked his cheek with the back of his hands, eventually running his fingers through Inuyasha's hair. "It's interesting how you are less territorial about yourself than her."

The touch was more soothing than he wanted to admit. "That's because I'm the one who initiated the bond." Miroku raised an eyebrow, and Inuyasha inclined his head toward Sango. "If she'd bit me first, there would be more of an aversion."

A lecherous gleam swirled in his eyes, his lips lifting into a smirk. Before Inuyasha could stop him, his hand tightened around the back of his neck. His mouth was softer than Inuyasha expected, but the bastard was still grinning, so he shoved him away. "Why are you always such a perv?"

"Because you and Sango require me to be." Before Inuyasha could question what he meant, a sharp knock sounded at the door. Inuyasha automatically turned on one knee, shielding Sango from any incoming threat, but one of the villagers stepped through the doorway.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, but a messenger just arrived from the eastern village," he said, trying to catch his breath. "A weasel demon has attacked them." His eyes flickered to Sango. "They were hoping for aid."

Inuyasha stiffened, but Miroku grabbed his shoulder, using him for leverage as he got to his feet. "Sango-sama is injured and requires more rest. I'll be happy to oblige the request."

The villager's body sagged in relief. "Thank you, Houshi-sama. They've been helping supply our roofs, so we didn't want to break any agreements."

Miroku nodded, then patted Inuyasha's head again. "Take care of our wife while I'm gone." He tweaked his ear, causing Inuyasha to yelp. "And don't do anything I'd do." He glanced over his shoulder with a wink. "I wouldn't want to miss the show."

Chapter 6: Perseverance

Consciousness crept in slowly, brushing against her mind like the wings of a butterfly. Sango fought it for as long as she could, brow furrowing as she shifted. She was tired but not exhausted, which was odd considering her usual lack of sleep, and she tried to remember the last thing she'd done.

There had been chores, but they weren't as strenuous as they usually were. Had she actually taken a break and gone to bed early? Her frown deepened. That didn't seem right. They were still in the middle of rebuilding the village. They still needed to decide on where to grow the crops, and Inuyasha—

She sat up with a start, his name on her lips as memories came flooding back. The river, the kappa, getting bitten, drowning.

A calloused hand was placed over her eyes. "Don't try to move so fast. You'll get dizzy."

Sango allowed herself a few deep breaths before yanking his hand away. "Are you alright?"

Inuyasha's brows raised in surprise. "Ain't you more concerned with what happened to you?" he asked.

"I assume you or Miroku carried me here," she replied honestly. "I collapsed, right?" Sango pressed the heel of her palm into her temple. "I remember the kappa biting me, and it being hard to breathe." She suddenly yanked the blankets up, wiggling her toes in relief. No scales.

Was it a dream?

She leaned back against her pillow, rubbing the side of her neck, only to have heat shoot through her. Inuyasha hissed through his teeth, then grabbed her hand. "Don't do that. It's still sensitive."

It took her a moment to realize what he meant, then she remembered the only surefire way to get rid of unwanted mating marks. Sutras and spells could be used to ward off attacks or to make pheromones less palatable, but they'd been in dire constraints, and Sango looked at him in alarm.

Inuyasha visibly flinched. "It was the only way," he said, shoulders hunched.

"But now you're bonded to someone you don't even love!" she cried, hysteria bubbling closer and closer to the surface. "Slayers fall in battle all the time! It would've been fine!"

"No, it wouldn't have," he snapped.

"But—"

"I wouldn't have been fine." He dragged a hand through his hair. "I wasn't about to let a fucking kappa take you away from me."

Sango watched as colour seeped into his face, her cheeks soon doing the same. They stared at the floor, silence and tension thick and suffocating. "It's permanent," she argued weakly.

"It took," he countered.

Her face got hotter, and she gripped the blanket. She'd never planned on letting her feelings get this far. She certainly never intended to reveal them to anyone. She'd fully planned to live out a normal, human life, content to watch him find happiness on his own. But she knew what he meant. If there'd been any doubt in her mind, his mark would've been rejected as well, and they'd be planning her funeral.

"I can…" He trailed off, eyes still on the floor. "I can do Miroku too." Sango's mouth fell open. She'd known youkai could be polyamorous, but very few took more than one mate. The power it took to do so was immense, and Inuyasha wasn't even a full demon.

Another memory resurfaced, and she pushed his hair away, tracing where the jagged marks had been before she'd passed out. He caught her hand, holding it against his cheek. Sango blushed but didn't pull away.

"I can't do it right now," he continued, "I need to be at full power again, but I can do it." He finally met her gaze. "I won't keep the two of you apart."

There were so many questions, both old and new, but the rapid beat of her heart had settled now that he was touching her, so she forced the logical side of her brain to form words to keep her focused. "How?"

He stroked the back of her hand with his thumb. "Dad wanted to do it with Mom, but she was too weak to withstand the bond. It's why he was fighting the dragon. He needed the boost in power to make sure she'd survive." He told her about all the charms his father had collected, how they'd been set up in Mom's room like a shrine.

As a kid, he'd been told not to touch them, as any disturbance would've upset the balance, and they'd have to replenish the object. Mom promised that when the ritual was finished, they'd be together forever, so he'd done his duty in protecting the charms as best he could. But Dad never came back, the final spot left empty until his power faded from the collection.

"I'm sorry," she murmured.

Inuyasha shook his head. "Ain't your fault." She tried to remove the blankets, but her arms shook, and Inuyasha pushed her back onto the bed. "You still need rest." She managed to get her arms around his neck, pulling him close, and she felt him stiffen.

"Then rest with me," she whispered. She didn't fully understand the bond; all she knew was that she needed him near. Her heart called out to him in a way it hadn't before, and this time, she wasn't able to ignore it.

There was a low rumble in his chest as she tucked her head under his chin, their legs a tangled mess as she listened for his heartbeat. Time stood still, measured only in the clicking of crickets outside her hut, but the sound was far away—and entirely ignored.

His arms were tense around her, his breathing even more so, but when she pulled him closer, her whispered gratitude displacing the silence around him, he finally sagged against her.

Face buried in her hair, he inhaled deeply, dragging her scent into his lungs. Sango felt her face flame when he found the mark on her neck, heat shooting down to her toes.

"I'm glad yer alright," he said.

"Thanks to you."

He tensed again. "You wouldn't have been attacked if I hadn't invited you down to the river in the first place."

She shook her head, stroking his back. "We couldn't have known. And better me than anyone else."

"You're not anyone else," he muttered.

She smiled for the first time since she'd woken. "So this wasn't out of obligation?" He didn't respond right away, and she pulled back, trying to look as passive as possible. "Maybe I should go find the kappa again. At least he was willing to say it."

He growled, rolling her onto her back. Crimson eyes stared down at her, violent slashes cut deeply into his skin. "The fuck you will!"

She'd never thought she'd look into this face again and not know fear, but her heartbeat was steady. She twisted her body, distracting him with what he thought would be a low blow long enough to get her hands free, then yanked him down. She crashed her mouth against his, ignoring the sting of his fangs as he struggled for control.

She wasn't sure what he was fighting, but she was going to make damn sure it wasn't her.

She stroked his cheeks, humming softly as she encouraged him to react, and his youki finally calmed. He grabbed her wrists, pinning them against the bed before slanting his head. Sango moaned as he took his fill. She wasn't sure how she felt about her pinned hands, but knew it was what he needed.

She'd get him back for it later.

When he pulled back, his sclerae were still crimson, but they bled into gold instead of teal. He raked his free hand through his hair. "Don't do that right now," he scolded. "You ain't ready for the consequences."

Sango bit the inside of her cheek. "So, not an obligation, then."

His claws dug into her wrists. "Don't start with me, wench."

"Then say it!" she snapped. This time, when she pulled at his grip, he let her go, ears flat against his head as she sat up. "Tell me there was more to it than just saving my life." She didn't know where she found such daring, especially since her head was still swimming, but she needed more than innuendo.

The violet marks deepened, his youki turbulent, but Sango refused to back down. She crossed her arms, straightening her shoulders, and something flashed in his eyes before he looked away.

"It's never an obligation with you." The confession hung between them, cool and contrite, but a different warmth spread from the mark on her neck, and she relaxed.

She let him stew for a moment, allowing his words to sink in, then grabbed his hair, forcing him to look at her. "It's not an obligation with you, either."

The crimson finally faded as he blinked at her. "Ya sure?" he asked.

"I can always kiss you again if you don't believe me." Golden eyes narrowed, and she finally laughed. It bordered on hysterical, but seemed to lighten the weight on his shoulders, and he crossed his arms. It didn't last very long, as the moment she leaned toward him, he untangled himself so she could lie down again.

The silence was comforting. The crisis had passed, but regret had yet to taint their scents, so they basked in each other's presence, content to let the world turn around them.

She was sure there were responsibilities that required her attention, but that was a tomorrow problem—or, at least, a later one.

The way his arm fit around her was different than Miroku—other that her not having to worry about him grabbing her ass—but it still felt natural, and her eyes fluttered shut. There was still something missing, but she felt safe.

"Does Miroku want it too?" she asked, voice hopeful. He'd offered it before, but that was when he was trying to salvage what he'd stolen. And now that the possibility of both was dangling in front of her, a selfishness she'd never known took root.

She wanted them both.

She wanted it all.

Forever.

"No." Sango's hopes dropped, and she pulled back to look at him to find colour dusted his cheeks and a scowl pinching his features. "But the bastard kissed me."

A giggle escaped at the put-out expression on his face, but she quickly smothered it against his chest. "That's cheating. I was unconscious."

A snort ruffled her bangs. "He's probably keeping count, too."

She grinned. "Then you should kiss me again." He tensed, and she patted his chest. "I trust you."

"It ain't you I'm worried about," he muttered. She couldn't deny the worry—his youki was still unstable, licking at her skin every time she moved.

"I'm not afraid," she reassured him.

"That makes one of us." The admission was soft, barely a whisper against her skin, and she tightened her hold on him.

"Later?" she asked. He didn't answer, and she didn't force it. Everything was new, and she didn't even know where the boundaries lay anymore.

Chapter 7: Resilience

"I didn't think he'd be gone this long," she said, adjusting the oversized boomerang on her back. Inuyasha had been against her going, even offering to carry it himself, but she'd quickly silenced him by asking if he thought she was that weak.

He'd growled, fangs snapping in her face, but she'd merely kissed the underside of his jaw and continued with her preparation, leaving the hanyou flustered and floundering.

They'd initially thought Miroku was giving them time to adjust, but when neither he nor the other villager had returned several hours later, they'd started to get worried. The neighbouring town wasn't that far away, but it was hidden amongst a large outcropping of rock and forest, so there was no way to see what damage had been done without actually being there.

She'd intended on walking, face flushed with anticipation at holding his hand, but he'd knelt in front of her without a word, eventually giving her an expectant look over his shoulder. "Instincts," he replied curtly.

Her arms slid around his neck as if they'd always meant to do so, and she was probably holding him tighter than necessary, but he'd made no complaint about the combined weight of her and Hiraikotsu, so she let her selfishness continue.

Their path through the forest was peaceful, wind rushing past their faces. "Do you think there'll be any issues with his bond?" she asked. She knew it would still take time to replenish his power, and she couldn't decide if his story about his parents was a count for or against them.

"Mom didn't have any power," he reminded her, ducking under some low-hanging branches.

"But reiki opposes youki," she said, trying not to sound dejected.

"Depends on the target. Kagome and I combined our power all the time." He leapt over a boulder, then resumed his pace. "It's about acceptance." He explained how Miroku had been able to touch him while she'd been sleeping. "He's a fighter, but he knows how to control it. If he wants it, it should take. Human or not."

She hugged him tighter, eyes closing as she breathed him in. "Did you ever think you'd be mated to a human?"

"Doesn't matter what you are," he said roughly.

She smiled, nuzzling his cheek. "I love you, too."

"Keh."

She never thought the words would come so easily, but the subtle yet constant warmth emanating from their bond kept her apprised of the emotions he kept buried, so the fear of rejection was minimal.

Demon slayers weren't allowed to rely on emotions. They were forced through the muck from an early age, and while family was never discouraged, the trade came first. It was why Miroku's advances were so jarring. Sango had never experienced that kind of attention before, and while she'd been more than willing to beat him to a pulp every time he touched her, she couldn't deny the morbid curiosity that came with each pass of his hand.

There had been more to it than just lecherous groping, and she'd soon realized it usually came when she was feeling especially despondent. Not to say that he didn't do it for his own gain, but she was never able to wallow for long when he was around. He'd kept her from spiralling, and for that, she'd forever be grateful.

The similarities between her and Inuyasha were more apparent. He felt, perhaps more than anyone, but he didn't have the luxury of expressing it—not until Kagome came along.

She wore her heart on her sleeve, forcing everyone to feel along with her. Sango had found it extremely odd—and off-putting—that her emotions showed so freely on her face, but it was that freedom that held them together. Trust was quickly built, and the miko from the future was always willing to open her arms when the emotional baggage became too heavy.

Regardless of which time she ended up in, Sango hoped Kagome was happy. She deserved it more than anyone else.

The scent of smoke pulled Sango out of her musings, and she stiffened, head whipping around. Inuyasha had already sped up, his arms tightening around her legs to keep her balanced. "Not a good sign," he said.

"How many people went with him?" she asked, suddenly all business.

"One as far as I know," he replied. "Didn't seem worried."

Sango cursed as they finally broke the treeline. The sharp corner had cut off their senses, enclosing the chaos within the confines of the village, but now they had a clear view, and her mouth went dry.

Several huts were on fire, one already burned to the ground, and the panicked screams from the villagers weren't helping. Inuyasha inhaled sharply, then headed toward the eastern entrance. "They've congregated on one side. Probably regrouping."

She slid from his shoulders, Hiraikotsu already in her hand. "They won't get the chance."

"Damn right." He darted off to the far corner, weasels scurrying in her direction as they shrieked in dismay. There weren't as many as she thought, but this village wasn't known for its warriors, so they'd been easy pickings. The coppery tang of blood was absent, but that could be due to the smoke, so Sango wasn't taking any chances.

She sliced through the horde, sending the survivors scurrying back to Inuyasha, and a few of them tried to duck inside the village's defences. Hiraikotsu whistled through the air, cutting off their path, and she sank her sword into the survivors.

The wind whipped her hair around her face, power whirling behind her, and the bond pulsed before Inuyasha reappeared, his face once again slashed with violet. She automatically reached for him, concern pinching her brow, but he shook himself, Tessaiga gripped firmly in his hand.

"I'm alright," he assured her, rolling his shoulders. "It's weird fighting without the beads, though."

"Should we have brought them with us?" she asked, sheathing her own sword.

He shook his head as he stepped closer, his free arm snaking around her waist. "Just as long as you don't do anything stupid."

Sango rolled her eyes. "Meaning you're allowed to?"

He snorted into her hair, claws flexing against her back, then turned toward the village. "We should help with the fires."

She nodded. Miroku's holy power skirted along her senses, but the smoke continued to rise, and any progress he might be making was drowned out by cries for help. So far, she hadn't heard any children, but that could either be a blessing or a curse, as weasels were more likely to snatch the smaller prey first.

They came upon the worst of the fires, the hut fully engulfed, and she found a family huddled in front of their home, the parents shaking as they checked their children over for injuries.

Sango knelt down beside them. "Are you alright? Is anyone missing?"

The mother shook her head, then pointed toward the house. "The monk pulled everyone out. I thought my eldest got caught, but she'd run out the back." Tears slid from terrified eyes. "He's still in there."

Blood drained from Sango's face, but Inuyasha reacted first, shooting toward the building and ignoring her call as he kicked the door in. The hut groaned, some of the foundation coming loose, but he wasn't deterred, darting through the flames.

There was no telling how big the house had been before the fire started. The flames were reaching in all directions, like the tails of a kitsune, and time slowed as her heart beat against her chest. She kept waiting for a flare of power, a cry or a shout, but there was nothing but buckling foundation.

There was a loud bang, and Sango watched in horror as the roof collapsed.

She might have screamed, but it was drowned out by the erupting chaos. Sparks flew from the rubble, igniting the huts next to it. The surrounding grass quickly went up in flames, villagers alternating between crying for help and shouting commands, the latter taking control to stop the fire before it could do any more damage.

None of it registered. She should've helped, should've saved, but her eyes were on the pile of burning wood across from her. The entire house had been levelled, the beams pulsing with heat as she struggled to get to her feet. The woman behind her grabbed her by the arm. Sango didn't even give her a backward glance.

"You'll get hurt," the woman said.

Sango pulled at her hand. "I have to help them." She couldn't find her strength, unable to free herself. They weren't gone, they were just out of sight. She just needed to get close enough to sift through what was left. Move a beam, and they'd pop up unharmed.

Completely unharmed.

Completely unharmed.

The woman's hand tightened around her wrist as she started chanting it to herself, eyes wild as every fibre of her being begged to get closer. If she could just get closer, she'd find them.

"Please," she begged, though she couldn't be sure who she was talking to. She'd been on her way to a happy ending. There'd been a sharp turn when the kappa had bitten her, but she'd found a different path—a better path.

Despair wrapped around her throat, choking the air from her as she continued to stare at the burning hut. Another beam shifted, and she physically winced before realizing it was shifting to one side. Glowing embers crackled to life before sinking further into the pile, and she caught a flash of red that lacked the sickening glow of the flames.

Another shift, and Inuyasha was emerging from the rubble. His inner layer was covered in ash, singed in several places, and as he shoved the beam out of the way, the lump on his back groaned.

Sango's feet were frozen to the ground as Inuyasha stumbled away from what was left of the hut. Miroku's arms lay limply over Inuyasha's shoulders, covered in the top of his firerat. The monk wasn't moving, but she could see the laboured rise and fall of his back.

Heat seeped from the mark on her neck as she collapsed backward. Grunting, and finally free of the debris, Inuyasha tightened his arms around Miroku's legs, careful not to jostle him. Once he reached Sango, he knelt down, letting Miroku slip into her arms. It sent the monk into a coughing fit, and his eyes finally fluttered open.

"The afterlife has never looked so beautiful," he whispered, voice hoarse.

Sango let out a choked laugh. "You're so stupid!" she said, resisting the urge to shake him.

A snort sent him into another coughing fit, and he groaned against her shoulder. "Such language is not befitting of an angel."

"An angel, my ass," Inuyasha piped up. "You're going to hell when you die, and we all know it." He smothered a cough, ash raining down from his now dull, grey hair as he shook his head. Sango's heart leapt into her chest, and she shot him a panicked look, but he bent one knee, resting his face in his elbow as he caught his breath. After a moment, he met her gaze, his soft and reassuring expression hidden from everyone but her. "I'm alright."

"I apologize," Miroku said, trying to increase the depth of his breathing.

"Damn right," Inuyasha replied, shifting his gaze. "I don't face death for anyone, ya know."

"There was a child—"

"She ran out the back, ya bleeding heart!" he snarled, eyes flashing. "You should've scanned the area before running in blind!" The marks had reappeared on his face, and Sango grabbed his hand, squeezing it gently. Inuyasha's mouth snapped shut, jaw clenching before he clicked his tongue. "Keh."

Miroku, for all his injuries and inhaled smoke, saw through the bluster. "I'm sorry for worrying you." He shifted in her arms, finding a more comfortable position, then turned his gaze on her. "How are you fairing with the bond?"

Sango suddenly realized how long she'd been holding him and pulled back in alarm, eyes on Inuyasha. He seemed just as shocked, checking his claws and fangs and finding them at their usual size.

Miroku coughed again, wiping soot from his face. "No murderous thoughts?"

Inuyasha glared at him. "Not 'cause of that, but it's not off the table."

Sango's laughter was warbled, and she hugged them both. Too much had happened in the last 24 hours, and she was ready for things to go back to normal. The murmuring of the villagers faded away, their gratitude replaced with calls for help to those who were able, and the injured were led away from the wreckage.

Sango was fine where she was, regardless of how her slayer uniform was covered in blood and ash. They were safe and in one piece, and she didn't want to let go of them, especially since they seemed just as content to remain where they were as well.

The tranquility lasted a full minute before Inuyasha cursed, yanking Miroku's hand away from his ass.

Maybe things were already back to normal.

Chapter 8: Courage

Sango leaned against the well. Clouds drifted by above her, casting odd-shaped shadows across the grass. They never lasted long, sunlight streaming through and dispersing them as the grass swayed without concern. It hadn't rained in a week, but no one was complaining.

Even the clouds were unbothered, content to float by without a care or purpose. The sky was a brilliant blue, contrasted only by the small white puffs intent on playing games with the afternoon sun.

She shifted her position, making sure not to crush the ivy creeping up the seasoned wood. She wasn't sure if she'd be able to sense the magic inside, even being this close, but the surrounding flora seemed more concerned with decorating the well, rather than overtaking it.

"Miroku's behaving himself a lot more now," she said lazily. "And it's not just because we can both sense when he's going to do something perverted." A smile touched her lips. "I think he's less worried."

She was certainly less worried. Time still passed in its usual fashion, but she wasn't as rushed to get things done. She could experience things as they came.

Sango chuckled to herself. "I actually take breaks now, too. You'd be proud of me." Closing her eyes, she inhaled deeply, enjoying the scent of summer. "You'd be proud of all of us, Kagome-chan. We really are happy." She felt it in her heart, her soul. There was still strife, but it was shallow and short-lived. The scars from battle healed with each passing day, and her skin warmed with more than the sun.

"Inuyasha says we might see you again, even if you don't come back." Tears pricked the sides of her eyes, but she let them fall, still smiling. "We're not sure how long we'll all be around, but we'll do our best to find you." Full-blooded youkai lived a lot longer than hanyou, longer still than humans, and Inuyasha had yet to put the beads back on.

They weren't even sure how full-blooded he was. Tessaiga kept him in check, but even with the marks on his face, he'd yet to lose control.

Not in that way, anyway.

Sango flushed, rubbing her marking unconsciously as her tears dried. The bond was complete now, for both of them, but it was still new enough to send heat coursing through her at the slightest touch.

Sometimes, she thought she was worse than Miroku. His touches were usually made in fun, but they seemed to set both her and Inuyasha off. And he'd noticed too, so, of course, he did it at the most inopportune times.

Shaking her head, she continued to bask in the warmth of the sun, a wayward breeze ruffling her hair. She didn't come out here as often as she used to, especially since they were working on aqueducts for the village, but it was where she felt the most connected to her time-travelling friend.

"We all miss you," she murmured. "But we're not just surviving. Your courage helped us get past that." She plucked a flower and threw it over her head into the well. "None of us would be here without you." She grabbed another flower, twirling it in her fingers. "No matter what, I hope you're as happy as we are."

"In most cultures, it's a sign of insanity if you talk to yourself."

Sango didn't bother looking up. "That's rich coming from the man who sings to himself while he cooks."

Miroku grinned, offering her his hand. "But you enjoy my singing."

"Only when you're fully clothed," she countered, letting him pull her to her feet.

Indigo eyes danced with mirth. "Now, Sango, it is impolite to lie to your husband." He kissed the back of her hand, eyes never leaving hers, and she felt her cheeks heat. "I'm very aware of how much you watch me."

Inuyasha cuffed the back of his head. "That's 'cause you're so off-key."

Miroku shrugged. "How my biggest fans are so jealous, I'll never know."

Sango chuckled, and she felt the warmth from Inuyasha's side of the bond. "Still keeping count?" she asked.

"Nah," he replied, stuffing his hands into his sleeves. "Can't keep track anymore." Her smile widened, and she leaned toward him, then ducked at the last minute, kissing Miroku instead. The monk grinned, making a show of it, his hands already wandering. Inuyasha growled softly. "He makes a perverted pass and still gets one first?"

Miroku hummed against her mouth, eyeing his mate over her shoulder before kissing her again. "See? Jealous." Inuyasha grabbed his ponytail before he could steal a third, but Miroku took it all in stride. "Still incapable of asking for one yourself, I see."

Sango covered her mouth to smother her laughter, and Inuyasha shoved him away. "Last time I checked, you were the one left begging, monk." The memory of their last encounter surfaced, sending shivers up her spine, and both men stopped talking at once, slowly turning toward her.

Inuyasha's eyes darkened while Miroku's carefree grin turned into a knowing smirk. Sango swallowed, a quick look around confirming how alone they were. "It's the middle of the day," she argued weakly.

Miroku clicked his tongue. "You should know by now that is the last thing we worry about." He swung her up into his arms, taking off toward the trees before Inuyasha could protest. Human or not, Miroku had always given Inuyasha a run for his money, and Sango wrapped her arms around his neck.

"How long of a head start do you think he'll give us this time?" she asked, face buried against his neck.

"Enough to let us get started without him," he murmured. Sango shivered again. As much as Inuyasha loved being involved, he loved watching just as much, stalking them like prey until the last moment. Half the time, it turned into a show, which was why she was so strict on finding secluded areas.

They could both feel his intent through the bond, and it only made the connection burn that much hotter. Sango clenched her thighs together as Miroku whispered, "Soon, my love."

She'd never allowed herself to want for anything before, but these two made it so easy to fall into the habit of selfish need. Did she want to see Kagome? Of course, but at least Sango knew she'd be happy for as long as it took for that to happen.

She had the two people she loved, and they loved her in return, happy to indulge her every whim and fantasy even without asking. Who could ask for more than that?

A growl sounded from off in the distance, ominous to everyone but them, and mischief sparked in her eyes. "There's a waterfall nearby," she said.

Miroku managed not to stumble as he changed course. "I always knew you had the makings of a pervert in you," he replied. She giggled as she held him tighter.

Would the waterfall hide them forever? Of course not. Would it mask their scents long enough to drive Inuyasha to the edge so they could both take advantage of him when he finally found them? Only time would tell.

Their hearts all beat as one, anticipation and desire swirling together, and Sango gave in, intent on taking her fill for as long as they'd let her. And based on the way their combined power pulsed through the bond, she knew it wouldn't be any time soon.

She'd keep them.

Forever.

Notes:

Thanks for coming on this journey with me! I really love this event, and wanted to do this thruple justice. They'll definitely be showing up again in future fics!

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 9 of Fandom Pride Parade
• Part 20 of Shipping Shenanigans