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The pitch-black curtain of the night, freckled with gleaming stars and the mysterious radiance of the silver moon warped Kagome in a sense of tranquility.
The autumn leaves crunched beneath her zori as she ventured into the forest with a basket in hand. The moon and stars, accompanied by the bright blooms illuminated her path.
Laying the basket down, Kagome knelt on the ground where the herbs she was tasked to pick grew.
A soft smile formed on her lips as memories of the past years played inside her mind as she picked the herbs. Expect the unexpected, they said. Her life took a different, something she never imagined.
Three years of the well being dormant, three years of not being able to visit the era where she considered home, three years stranded in her own time— so much has changed.
Miroku and Sango settled, living a happy life. Even Inuyasha settled. Her heart broke into pieces that day she returned to find out the one who stole her heart was tied to someone, but Kagome did not fault him; she bore no grudge towards the hanyo.
She recalled how the corners of her lips formed into a strained smile that day.
She recalled how she went to the well that very night as tears cascaded down her cheeks.
She recalled how a certain silver-haired daiyokai approached her silently.
Kagome reminisced that night Sesshomaru sat beside her. There were no words coming out from their mouths, just the rustling of leaves and comfortable silence.
That night the stars completely filled the night sky, twinkling. And the silver moon shone brightly from above. It was majestic and peaceful. That night was similar to today’s night.
Putting the herbs she picked in the basket, Kagome watched the stars. Fate worked mysteriously and unpredictably. Fate weaved a path for her and Sesshomaru. She had found happiness with him and she wouldn’t trade a thing for it. It was a love she did not wish to lose.
Her eyes fluttered shut, feeling the cool wind against her skin. The wind shuffled. A familiar yoki brushed against her.
A smile lingered on her lips.
Fluttering her eyes open, Kagome’s breathing became softer. Her lover was in front of him. It was not his presence that surprised her, it was his form.
His true form.
She remembered how frightened she had been when her eyes first laid on his true form inside his father’s grave. Seeing his true form now made her heart swell with love and adoration.
He was beautiful.
Kagome stood, walking forward to her lover’s huge dog demon form. Sesshomaru lowered his head, leveling with her height. Her hand shot out to the side of his mouth rubbing it causing the daiyokai to purr.
Slowly the giant form of a dog contorted into a humanoid form. The once crimson eyes that stared at her turned to gold. She took in his appearance silently.
The silver radiance of the moon illuminated his figure. His silver hair, the markings on his face, his body— it’s the embodiment of perfection.
Sesshomaru’s eyes locked with hers- gold and glossy filled with emotions- and just every time, her heart started racing. Words couldn’t form at the tip of Kagome’s tongue.
He stood in front of her like a marble statue. His hands found her waist, embracing her. Her hands clang their way to his shoulders.
“Miko,” he said fondly. Even after years of being together, he insisted on calling her that. To him, it was an endearment.
Her lips quirked. “Yokai.”
A clever retort or a smirk was what she expected from him but none came. His face was serious as she looked at her through lidded eyes.
Kagome could hear their breathing through the silence that stretched over them. He basked in her scent as she tucked at the crook of her neck.
“Sesshomaru is something wrong?”
There was no answer on his end. Insecure thoughts flooded her head like him leaving her, him founding another woman better than her—
“Marry me Kagome.” She heard. It was a whisper, a breath but she heard. There was no mistaking the seriousness in his voice. He pulled back. A clawed hand tucked the stray hair behind her ear that fell on her face.
Bright blue eyes glistened with unshed tears as she gazed at him like he was the only one that mattered at that moment.
A giggle broke out from her, prompting the tears in the corner of her eyes to fall freely. “You jerk. You’re supposed to ask me to marry you, not demand it.”
His thumb shot up, wiping the waterfall of tears from her damp cheek. His mouth opened but before words formed at the tip of his tongue, her soft lips met his.
She pulled back. One of her hands made its way to his chest, feeling his heartbeat.
“I’ll marry you, Sesshomaru.”
For a moment they just basked in each other’s faces, not uttering a word. A genuine smile, that was only reserved for her, procured on his face.
“So, when’s the wedding?” Kagome inquired, breaking the silence.
“Right now,” was his brief answer. Her head tilted to the side and one of her perfectly trimmed brows rose.
“Are you serious?” She found the answer to her question by looking at his eyes. There was a hint of seriousness, hope and trepidation laced in them. “B-but I’m not dressed properly. I’m only in my miko ga-“
A chaste kiss on the lips silenced her. He grasped her hands into his and spoke. “It matters not to me-“ he let go of her hand momentarily and kneeled on the ground. When he got up, a flower, a simple daisy was in his hand. He tucked the flower in her ear and cupped her jaw. “You’re beautiful no matter what, my Kagome.”
Kagome’s mouth opened slightly as more tears cascaded down her cheeks.
"I love you." She said, speaking softly. It was a phrase of joy, a song of happiness.
Their smiles were matching, and Sesshomaru could no longer resist brushing a kiss to Kagome’s lips, drawing her deeper into his arms.
The world belonged to them, and the night revolved around them. Nothing existed beyond that moment, beyond them. Nothing mattered besides the other.
That night they opened a new chapter of their lives.
They were drowning in their love, floating on a lake made from the tears of their joy. There was no music, no festive drums or songs. There was no monk. There were no family or friends to witness their union.
There stars and moon were their witnesses.