A/N: This is the final chapter peoples! I'm sorry it took me so long to finish it…. I've had so many tests lately and things just pile up! I'm soooooo sorry. Anyways, I re-did this chapter a lot so I hope it ends right! I really wanted to leave a feeling of conclusion. Tell me how I did! Enjoy!


"Oh! He has your ears Inuyasha!" Sango squealed, "Isn't that wonderful Miroku?"

Miroku shrugged.

"I guess it's alright," he replied, "but what I really want to know is did you really cry Inuyasha?"

Inuyasha went red and yelled at Miroku.

"It's only because I thought he was dead!"

"So you admit that you cried then?"

Inuyasha was silent.

"I thought so. I guess you are just weaker than we thought Inuyasha."

"I'll show you who is weak!" Inuyasha yelled as he starting chasing after Miroku.

"Yep! Still the same old Inuyasha!" Miroku yelled over his shoulder as he was running.

"He won't be able to tease Inuyasha for much longer." Said Kaede quietly. "He'll be too busy being overprotective himself."

"Oh?" said Kagome fondling her newborn, "Why would he do that?"

Kaede looked at Sango carefully. Sango nodded back silently.

"Because Inuyasha and Miroku will be in the same position soon." Kaede said.

Kagome looked puzzled.

"What do you mean?"

"She means," said Sango sheepishly, "Inuyasha won't be the only father around here soon."

Kagome smiled widely.

"Oh Sango! I am so happy for you!" she squealed in delight.

Her sudden exitement woke the sleeping Hiroshi and soon his eyes were open, and staring in wonder. His hands, still so small, only being two days old, wrapped quickly around a stray lock of his mother's hair. Kagome smiled, and quickly Hiroshi's peaceful expression changed into a discontented cry. Instinctively, Kagome ran her fingers down the young babe's cheek. His soft skin always surprised her. He blinked a few times, yawned, and fell back to sleep.

"He is so adorable Kagome!" Sango smiled. "I don't think I've ever seen a smaller baby before! Do you think he has youkai powers too?"

Kagome smiled.

"I don't see why not. He is 3/4 youkai after all."

"Let's hope he doesn't have his father's temper!" said Miroku running by, Inuyasha close behind him.

"What's that supposed to mean!" Inuyasha yelled.

Kagome giggled. Everything was the way it was meant to be. Everything was okay now. No matter what happened, she knew Inuyasha would always be there for her, and she would always be there for her little Hiroshi.

The wind blew softly, and she whispered ever so gently into it.

"My little Hiroshi."

Mrs. Higurashi was at the river, kneeling at the bank, watching her reflection. She let a tear drop from her eye and fall into the river, distorting her reflection. She smiled then.

"I understand now... I... was wrong Hiroshi..."

As she watched the ripples fade, and her reflection began to appear once more, she noticed another figure beside her own.

"It's okay," she heard his voice whisper, "I know..."

Mrs. Higurashi whispered under her breath.


"I didn't mean to hurt you Koishi. I was only trying to protect you all those years ago."

Mrs. Higurashi was too stunned to speak.

"I would have died for you Koishi."

She turned to look at him, to make sure he was real.

"Their baby is beautiful isn't he?"

She looked up at him, tears running down her cheeks. She nodded.

"How is this possible?" she whispered. "You're dead."

"True," he spoke in a gentle tone, so sweetly it sent shivers up her spine, "But I have been allowed one day to be once again restored to my mortal being to deliver a message to you that you must pass on to the others."

Mrs. Higurashi nodded in acknowledgement, tears still falling.

"Things are in their favor for now. Naraku will fail, though the road will be long and hard to defeat him, all things will be avenged. Tell Sango also, that Miroku will not die of his curse. He shall watch his children grow. Things will not be easy, but if they stay true, they cannot fail. The forces are for them, not against them."

Mrs. Higurashi lowered her head.

Hiroshi's hand gently lifted her chin. She stared at him through her tears. He knelt next to her. She had not seen him for nearly seventeen years.

"Now..." he said quietly, " I have delivered my message. The rest of the day is mine."

She looked at him confused. He must have sensed her confusion. He wrapped his arms around her, and buried his face in her hair. He took in the sweet scent, the scent he hadn't smelled in what seemed an eternity. He had forgotten her warmth. He softly brushed the tears from her cheeks, and laid a kiss upon her lips. She smiled, and cried.

"H...Hiroshi..." she said, her lip quivering.

"You have always been the one soul that has been in my heart," he whispered, "I have never left you. Not really. I am always there beside you. I am the wind and the rain. Look for me, and I will be there. Our legacy lives on Koishi, in the lives of our children, and theirs."

He kissed her gently once more, and then pulled her in close to him. The rest of the day was spent much in that way, smiling and crying, in wonder and in silence. And for that one day, she never left his arms. For one day, everything was as it should be. That was how he saved her, that was how he helped her through.