The amber that encased her was made from the sap of Bokosenho, the eldest youkai in all of Nippon. It insured her safety as it did all those around her. She was entombed in the amber, still battling the evil of the shikon as the miko Midoriko was entombed.

He hated his brother for making a cursed wish, and wanted to hate the miko for letting him. But he had known her heart was always too big. It was only luck that have saved them, Bokosenho's own will that had forced him to pick up roots and save her even while imprisoning her.

He wondered if he would ever see her again. Holding his clawed hand against the smooth polished stone he could only see her face, as her body was wrapped around itself and her long hair around it. Her text books had given him the future, and he in turn had made sure that the kit was taken care of as well as the descendents of the monk and the slayer.

The hanyou turned full demon with no control, he had long since hunted down. Now all there was left was to wait for her to one day be amongst the living.

He could wait. He had the patience, it had already been 200 years, he didn't have to worry if it would take more. Leaving her tomb he never noticed the crack begin to form where his hand had rested, or that closed eyes seemed to glow pale pink through barley opened slits.


7/27/2019: Sadly, there is no fic to go with this. BUT i'm totally okay with one of you lovelies making one up. if so please link below, i'd love to read it myself! the only think you;d have to do is obviously make it SK.  

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