They were free. Sango's family was avenged. Miroku's curse was lifted.

Now the two stood together on a hill, watching the sun sink behind the trees. Miroku was half-leaning on his staff, and Sango was standing beside him.

Miroku casually placed his hand on her shoulder.

"What now Sango?" he asked.

"I don't know. Wherever things take us," she said. She reached up and took the hand that was still on her shoulder. "But there is something that I've been thinking about doing for a while."

"What?"

Her other hand reached around and squeezed his butt.