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The bright light faded. Nuraku was fianlly destroyed. But... was he really? In
one monk's opinion, there was only one way to know for sure. He turned away from his friends.
"Miroku? What the hell?" Inuyasha asked.
"I believe he's conducting a test, Inuyasha," Sango said calmly. "Leave him be
for a moment's time."
Miroku untied the sacred beads for what he hoped would be the last time. He thrust
his arm forward, as he had on so many occasions. Nothing happened. He choked back a disbelieving sob. Slowly, carefully,
he eased his arm down and looked at his hand. No hole. No void. Just a palm.
Just an ordinary palm.
Miroku began to laugh.
Sango approached her friend, put her hand on his shoulder, and smiled.
"Oh Sango!" Miroku yelled. He wrapped his arms around the demon slayer's waist
and spun her around. "Sango! Sango! Sango!" he continued to yell.
"You maniac! Put me down!" she screamed.
"Sango! Let's get married!"
"What?" she shrieked as she was finally put down. "Have you
lost your mind?!?"
"Why yes! I believe I have!" Miroku held her close and tight. "Please Sango.
Let's get married."
"Miroku..." Suddenly her heart knew the answer. "Yes, Miroku. Let's get married."
'My God, My torniquet,
Return to me salvation'
--Evanesance
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