A/N: Hi everyone! Thanks for the reviews and support! If you're reading this, you realize that, yes, it's true, I have decided to go ahead and turn this into an arc! Yay! Yippee! As such, I'm trying to think of a good title for the arc, but haven't come up with one I like yet, so if you have any ideas, please let me know!

Special thanks to ilovesess and james. ilovesess, thank you so much for your seemingly endless enthusiasm and support, it means a lot to me, really! And also for the cookies and skittles! I'm not sure if I'm supposed to eat the golden one, but it makes a really pretty paperweight! And James, thank you for your extremely creative way of requesting a sequel! It was actually the main reason I decided to go ahead with this. I just read that review and giggled, so your silliness and creativity inspired me to keep going. I am, however, much saddened that you don't want to be Sesshomaru's retainer, as I've been looking for a replacement for Jaken for quite a while, but I suppose I can understand. *sighs* Ah well, I'll tolerate him for now, I suppose.

Everyone else, I'd personally thank you as well, but as I'm writing this, my internet is being a biotch, and I don't have access to the reviews right now. So sorry!

Now, a few things you should know before continuing, (yes, I am ranting, you'll get used to it) The following fic is not for the faint of heart. I have a feeling it will be very very sad(again!). It is AU, but the Sess/Kag arc has sort of become AU as it progressed, so I'm just going with it, though it may eventually loop back to the feudal era.

Anyway, to give you an idea of what you're in for. Lately, for some weird reason or other, I've been thinking a lot about my uncle, who I never met because he died when he was only two weeks old. Even though normally, death doesn't affect me much, since it's just part of the circle of living, there is something disturbing about a child who dies very young, or a child who comes down with a terrible disease very young. It is said that a person should die in the way they lived, but how do you determine if a two week old child who hasn't even had the chance to live yet has died in a way suiting of them? It is a harder thing to determine in modern days. When it was the time of knights, you could say that a knight who died in his sleep did not die in the proper manner, because to die in battle would be a more honorable death. But these days, the best we can hope to achieve is to face death with our eyes wide open, with courage in our hearts, and with the will to live on, even after the ones we love most are no longer with us. It is my belief, that if a person always does what they believe is right, if they live a life of no regrets, work hard and fight for that which they believe in, and to protect those who are weaker than themselves, and those they loved, then that person has done everything they can and has nothing to fear from dying. But that doesn't mean that life isn't full of sacrifices. Sometimes you can lose so much that you wonder if life is worth living at all. Short answer: it is.

This fic will reflect some of those beliefs that I hold dear. So please be patient, because though I think this is a fic I have to write, it will also be a fic that is very difficult for me to write. If you're still reading this, then I'll ask you only to please, please, never lose the will to fight, and open your heart to the possibility of life after love.

The fic will come soon, as I am in the process of writing it. Again, those of you who reviewed, thank you so much for your support and opinions. As always, until next time, Happy Haunting, Yours truly, Banshee Puppet