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The Real Ending
The elderly woman smiled down at the children gathered at her feet; their ages ranging from toddler
to teenager. They all chattered and laughed with each other, excited to be visiting. The parents
of the children were seated across the room, but unlike their children, each wore a look of
trepidation and worry. They loved the old lady as much as the children, but today marked a special
day. A day when someone close to the woman had died. She had never said as much, but the way she
would get so sad when she told them he'd gone away led them to believe whoever it was had passed
“Onegai!” One little boy spoke up, rising about the other clamoring kids. “Tell
us the story again!”
“Hai!” Piped up one of the older boys. “I want to hear about all the sword
“Eww. Not another love story!”
The argument might have escalated had the woman not shifted, drawing their attention and raised a
hand for their silence. The parents were still amazed that such a small woman could command silence
from a dozen children, when they were hard pressed to hold the child's attention for five minutes.
“It is both,” she spoke softly, watching the children settle down and gather close.
“It is full of duels, of lost love, enchantments, and monsters. Are you sure you wish to hear
it? Your grandfather has books on it. I'm sure you'd rather read those…”
A resounding chorus of `no' met her ears and she smiled.
“Nuh uh, Obaa-san. You tell it so much better,” five-year-old Koko proudly proclaimed,
which was unanimously seconded by the rest.
“Hai. It's like you actually lived it.” That was twelve-year-old Gin.
“Very well then. Listen now to my tale,” she began, just as she began all her stories.
“A tale of tragedy and a search. A tale of a hanyou and a wish.” She paused for
dramatic effect, almost laughing at the eager expressions on the children's faces.
“The tale of the Shikon no Tama and Inuyasha.”
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It was a tale she told every year to the children, and yet even now, telling it to the next
generation, their love of it had not died, nor her pain in retelling it. They all told her to give
it time, that time would make it stop hurting. But they had lied. It hurt as badly today as the
day it ended. Or so it always seemed. Most days she could distract herself into forgetting, but it
would always return.
“Obaa-san? How does it really end?”
She looked up to the eldest of the children, 19-year-old Yashita, a bit puzzled by his question.
“You think it ends differently?”
He nodded. “Hai. I've heard you tell that story every year and it's always the same. But I
still want to hear it because it's like hearing it for the first time, like you were really
“Perhaps I am just a good storyteller?”
She stared at him for a long moment, weighing the options. There weren't many in the family that
believed in the old ways anymore. But Yashita had always seemed, to her, to possess a bit of what
she called `the Sight'. The talent to see what wasn't there. When his siblings claimed to have
imaginary friends, Yashita actually had them. She nodded finally and stood.
“Come then. Tell your Okaa-san that you're getting a lesson in spirituality. She'll
His mother was one of the few to know the truth and believed it. She also insisted on Yashita's
Sight being encouraged, rather than squashed. Sadly that had led to a divorce, but Yashita had
thrived under the care of his solitary parent and gentle guidance of his grandmother. She was
waiting for him in the library when he returned looking puzzled.
“Okaa-san told me that it's ok and to tell you not to be so blunt about it.”
She laughed. “I can try. But after awhile the only way to tell it is to be blunt.
Have a seat grandson; this is going to be quite a shock. Perhaps if you asked me those questions I
see burning in your eyes?”
“Well… you make it sound like there's a happy ending, but there wasn't, was there?
Inuyasha chose the undead priestess, didn't he?”
“I do not know, to be honest. The story always ends when the reincarnation disappears, so it
stands to reason that it was from her point of view the story was told.”
“Hai. But how could she just disappear like that? I understood about Kikyou's resurrection
and the fifty-year gap left time enough for someone to be reborn.”
She nodded. “True. True. She disappeared because she wasn't from their time. She was from
the future.” She ignored his disbelieving gaze and removed a necklace from beneath her shirt,
dangling the pink orb before him. “I was that girl.”
Of all the responses, she never thought Yashita to be one to faint. He revived quickly though, and
began a line of questioning that would have made a lawyer proud. But after it all, he was satisfied
and a believer. He also understood the need for secrecy and vowed to tell no one without her
express permission first. Before he left, he asked one final question. The one they all asked.
“What happened to Inuyasha?”
And it was the one question she could never answer.
The completion of the Shikon no Tama had been a bloody affair, losing more than they had gained.
The jewel had whisked her away before she could say a word. All she was left with was one last
image - Inuyasha holding Kikyou. And so she had returned, never again attempting to use the well.
She drowned herself in schoolwork, shutting out the world as she pursued her goal. But late at
night, when the books were closed and the lights were off, she would cry the tears of the broken
hearted. She never got a chance to tell him how she felt, how she cared for him. The jewel had
remained with her and despite a couple of careless wishes, it granted her nothing. Not the vision
of her friends, not the return of her love. Nothing. And it attracted nothing either. Which led
her to believe there really were no more youkai in the world.
Later that night, as she slept, she saw her friends. They looked so happy to see her, even him.
“Inuyasha?” She questioned. “What happened?”
He looked confused. “You don't know?”
When she shook her head he pointed down, which she thought was really weird until the mist parted
and she was looking down upon herself.
“Oh! Am I…I'm not dreaming, am I?”
He somehow knew what she was asking, what she needed to know before moving on. “A farewell
hug, Kagome. Nothing more. She was laid to rest shortly after we lost you.”
“The well stopped working, too.” This came from Miroku, who held the hand of Sango.
“We stayed in Kaede's village, protected it, and rebuilt it.”
“Then Inuyasha and I watched over their kids and their kid's kids.” Shippou spoke up
“There's no more youkai, is there?”
Inuyasha shook his head. “No. We did the best we could to survive, but the arrival of guns
was our downfall.”
“Yeah. Even the `mighty' Sesshoumaru couldn't outrun a machine gun. Rin grew up and grew
old. She stayed with him and he took good care of her. Shippou's illusions kept us safe for a
time, but eventually we were found out.”
He gave her his usual cocky grin. “No worries, Kagome. We're all together again,
She nodded, still hesitant to leave. She had to pass the jewel on didn't she? Was she really
ready to just `kick the bucket'?
She looked back up from watching her `sleeping' self, curious about the pleading tone in his voice.
Happy? Had she really been happy? She sighed. “I was…content, Inuyasha, but no, I
wasn't happy as I could have been.”
“You used to be. When you were…” his voice dropped to whisper, “with
She nodded. “Hai. Even when you made me mad, I was still happy to be with you.”
His arms came around her, holding her close in the way she'd always dreamed of being held.
“I… I want to make you happy again.”
“You…you get a choice, for being so selfless. We can have a second chance
“Or we find out what's really beyond the light.”
Another chance to be with Inuyasha? Would she run into the same problems? Would it be worse or
better? Could she do it all over again? But she knew the answer long ago.
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“Oi!” He laughed, waving to the group heading for him across the college campus.
Coming to America to study had been considered a half-thought up idea at the time, two years ago.
But with the death of his grandmother he had become the next keeper of the Shikon no Tama, which set
the family afire. He had never thought his family would become so divided over a simple jewel. If
Kagome had had any children of her own, the jewel would have passed to one of them. Only his
grandfather, Souta, and his mother had understood his desperate need to get away, and blessed him on
“You're brooding again, Yash.”
Yashita chuckled. “Sorry. Family reminiscing.”
“Again? Geez, man. No offense, but they're idiots. Except you're mum and her old man, of
course.” The young man in question held up his hands in peace, his cheeks flaming about as
red as his hair.
Yashita stopped growling and laughed. “You're too easy to pick on, Shep.”
17-year-old Sheppard Foxfield looked disgruntled for a moment until the rest of the group caught up
with them. 23-year-old Coral had only one more year before gaining her Social Worker degree amidst
dodging the hands of her amorous boyfriend, Mitch. Mitch was completely head over heels for Coral,
and sadly the only way to distract her into giving him notice was to grope her. He usually wound up
with palm print to his cheek, but the past year it seemed Coral was slowing down and finally
realizing that Mitch was serious about staying with her.
But the feuding couple wasn't what caught his eye. It was the vision behind them that wore a silly
grin that matched his own. She was the reason he stayed in America. She was the reason he
changed majors from History to Criminology. She gave him something to live for, to cherish, to
protect. He swept her up in his arms, kissing her soundly before setting her back down.
“Ugh! Why you two just don't move in together is beyond me.” Shep complained.
“Because I respect her wishes to wait.” Yashita looked down at the smiling brunette.
“Because she's worth waiting for.”
Yashita had known who he was, or rather who he had been, when the Shikon came to him. He had left
Japan to get away from his family, yet feared that doing so would mean losing her
reincarnation. For the first eight months at NYU, that fear had remained and grew. A run-in with a
would-be mugger had sent him to the local ER for stitches and that's when he'd found her. A
different name and look for sure, but he knew it was her, his Kagome. And he pursued her with
patience and kindness, showing her that he was determined, but honorable.
Katherine smiled up at her boyfriend, hugging him, ignoring the gagging sounds from Sheppard. She
had been told of the Shikon no Tama in her History class and had thought it mere silliness like most
myths at the time. But the story stayed with her and she began to wonder if it really was true,
especially with the odd dreams she had been having throughout the end of high school and now in
college. Meeting Yashita that fateful night had been a turning point. There had been something
about him that struck a chord deep inside. Like she knew him. His persistence had been
admirable and she finally gave in to his request for a date. It had been awkward at first, until he
kissed her good night. Like a bomb going off, she suddenly remembered who she'd been, what she
chose. Since that night they'd been inseparable, getting teased from their friends about moving in.
But Katherine wanted to wait until they finished college, so they wouldn't be distracted. She
stood on tiptoes to kiss his cheek.
She got her wish after all.
This little plot bunny wouldn't leave me alone. I kept thinking about how things would
realistically end. So I came up with this based on a few `facts'.
Theoretically, we cannot exist in the same time/space as ourselves.
The invention of guns was well on its way and the way of the sword was dying out.
As deeply as we're led to believe Kagome loves Inuyasha, I didn't see her marrying anyone
Everything else was my imagination in overdrive I suppose. The original idea had been to simply
show Grandmother Kagome telling the tale of InuYasha to Souta's children, and later the
grandchildren. But it expanded into this when I realized the `original' was barely 1000 words and
left things still unanswered. So it deviated to give us all the hope that they got a “happily
ever after”. Hope you enjoyed reading it.
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