AN: Please, enjoy. :) I will chat at the end.

Disclaimer: I don't own DNAngel or Inuyasha.

EPILOGUE

It had been two weeks since I had sat leisurely on the couch with Dark and discussed the fact that he was whole again – no creepy man, no Daisuke, and combined with Krad. Even though he'd explained himself as thoroughly as he could to me, I still saw him as a complete mystery.

Maybe that was some of his appeal? A tall, dark, handsome stranger appears in my life and saves me, then claims I've saved him. And on top of that he's magical. Quite an interesting life, I must have? Well, that'd be right.

On weekdays I used to travel to the past and fight demons; I used to collect segments of a jewel that I had shattered by mistake. And then I had wished upon it. I had never been able to travel to Inuyasha since. Sometimes I cursed this jewel, and other times I looked back on my memories and smiled to myself, because that jewel had been what had led me to Dark in the first place. If I hadn't met Inuyasha, or gone to the Feudal Era, I would never have truly discovered my magic and the mirror would have stolen me away and I would have disappeared forever.

So really it all boiled down to my cat Buyo who was annoying and fat and had decided to have a wander that day I fell into the well. So technically Buyo introduced me to Dark. I'd told Dark these thoughts when he conveniently held Buyo on his lap; the cat looked like a fat, fluffy marshmallow, and Dark's fingers disappeared in Buyo's fur when he patted him. Dark had laughed at me and shrugged his shoulders.

"If this cat introduced me to you Kagome, then I owe him a lifetime of thanks." Buyo purred.

After that I pretty much felt my whole face catch fire with its blush - I could've made a tomato jealous.

Dark had smiled at me and gently placed my fat marshmallow cat on the floor, and then he'd walked across my carpet and would his arms around my back, pulling me into the comforting warmth of his chest. He was wearing his uniform at the time – it smelled old and dusty – and I smiled up at him, biting my bottom lip as I pulled his hat from his head and placed it snugly on my own.

I looked seductively up at him and trailed my fingers along its smooth rim; he watched me slowly, and a tingle went down my spine as a gradual grin spread across his lips. He leaned in, licking his lips so they glistened, and just when I thought he was going to kiss me, he grinned instead and stole back his hat.

I pulled away from him, shaking my head loftily, though he knew I was joking. "You can keep it anyway," I said, "It smells like dust."

I looked carefully at him from the corner of my eye, my heart beating like a drum while my stomach muscles curled tightly like an adder; he always made me feel like this, it was downright unfair, especially since he didn't show any hint of how I made him feel. Did he have the same reaction when he laid eyes on me? I hoped he did, and I was stupid even to doubt it – why would he be with me if he didn't like me in the first place? – but he never openly displayed it.

The idea that he'd had a lot of practice at hiding his feelings made my heart tug inside my chest; so much sorrow had past. It shouldn't still be hovering over him like a rainy storm cloud. He raised an eyebrow at me, leaning back against my desk so that I stood alone in the centre of my room.

"It smells dusty for a reason," Dark said matter-of-factly. "That's generally what museums and galleries smell like."

I crossed the floor of my bedroom, my toes squishing in the soft carpet underneath my feet, and I came to a halt right in front of him, my nose a hair's breadth away from his. He tilted his head at me.

"Don't you ever get bored? They're long shifts." I know I'd get bored if I was the only one patrolling a particular area of a dull art gallery all day long. I certainly missed him all day long – so much my insides began to ache (embarrassing, but true).

"I don't get bored, you know I love artwork." He smiled at me; we still hadn't moved our faces. We stared at each other intensely and had our conversation as if we were sitting metres away from each other or in separate rooms. That was the strange thing about Dark and I. We could be touching or completely disconnected from each other, and yet we were still able to spark that chemistry. I never had that with Inuyasha.

Sure, I ached when I left the Feudal Era, but that was as insignificant as a single raindrop amidst a storm compared to what I felt when Dark's voice filled my ears.

"Maybe I could come and visit you?" I suggested, grinning. He sighed, his expression becoming a mix of emotions. I easily picked out annoyance and sadness.

"They don't let me have visitors during my shifts," he sighed.

I frowned for a moment, thinking. Dark watched me, his deep purple eyes shining with amusement. I liked that he knew me well enough now to expect something silly to come out of my mouth.

"Maybe I could go undercover, dress as another guard?" I grinned, mimicking his trademark movement of raising one eyebrow. He regarded me with genuine surprise, which then flashed between several indistinguishable emotions that simply confused me.

"That Kagome, would be rather ironic," he smiled.

Before I could ask about what an earth he was talking about, he closed the tiny gap between us and kissed me. His fingers traced up my neck and into my hair, pushing me further into him, and I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him even closer. I'd doubted him just moments ago – now I felt like an utter fool. Of course he cared about me.

His sorrow still played a part in how he acted around me – around everyone. It would take time for him to trust me and be fully open, just like it would take time for me to open my heart again. I'd opened myself to Inuyasha, and he may as well have poked me with Tetsusaiga and claimed I was an idiot – in truth, I had been. I was wounded, but now Dark was helping me heal.

We'd trust each other, but that would come with time and experience. I wasn't the optimistic hot-headed girl I had been when I'd fallen into the well. I'd changed, and I'd grown, and I was better for doing so.

I smiled, and Dark nuzzled my cheek gently with his nose; I felt his warm voice vibrate with magic against my skin.

"I have to go soon," he whispered. My stomach clenched and unclenched, and a warm tingle ran up my spine as his magic washed over me. I could never tire of that feeling.

"I know," I sighed, my eyes closed. "I hate that you work nightshift."

He pulled away from me slowly, his fingers still tangled in my hair, and shrugged – there was nothing he could do. He'd found work, like my mother had asked, and now he had to do it. Working was the condition that went with Dark staying at our house; he'd had nowhere else to go.

"I'll see you in the morning," he said gently. I let my arms slip back from around his waist and I folded my hands together in front of me, nodding.

"I'll miss you," I said, sighing. As he pushed himself off my desk and into a proper standing position, he put his hands on mine and kissed my forehead.

"I'll make you pancakes tomorrow morning," he promised. I smiled at him as he grinned at me, blowing me a final kiss as he exited my bedroom. I flopped backwards, falling onto my bed and bouncing a few times before I finally came to a stop, and I stared up at my plain ceiling.

I pulled my blankets up around my neck, snuggling into my mattress and pillows, and began to miss Dark already; he used to lie next to me at night, his arms around me, and sometimes I wouldn't even need a blanket I was that warm. I tilted my head to stare at the pitch blackness outside my window, and let a smile ghost across my lips. Pancakes in the morning – it was a promise I would definitely hold him to.

AN: So, that's it everybody! :) I hope you enjoyed yourselves – and the "undercover guard" was a reference to the first episode of DNAngel. ;D

Thank you to all of you lovely reviewers, because you're an amazing light that ensures I continue writing – you inspire me and make me smile, so a huge thanks to you all. :)

This is the first ever crossover fic I've done, so I hope it was well-received. (I've also published an Avatar: The Last Airbender / I Am Number Four oneshot, so be sure to check that out too.)

Anyway, my last words are those of a happy author – review please, and have a wonderful day. :)