InuYasha Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ 500 years and Back Again ❯ Memories of the Past ( Chapter 2 )

Kagome heaved a sigh. After briefing her family on what had happened, she couldn't help but remember the past. The battle that would be the start of a new era lay fresh in her mind, even after all these years…

 

Flashback

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Tentacles were flying everywhere, but they weren't enough to distract their team. Blood and body parts of various low class demons lay strewn about the clearing.

 

This was it, the Final Battle, one that would ultimately decide the fate of mankind. No mistakes could be made - their plan would succeed, or else they would die trying.

 

Eleven eyes narrowed swiftly in unison, and, as if they had practiced, they shifted their stances. If Naraku was paying attention instead of concentrating on Koga, he would have noticed that Inuyasha had altered his position so that he was in between the two and the oncoming attack.

 

The Bones of Youkai.

 

With a sudden jerk, Sango's boomerang whipped through the air, heading straight for Naraku.

 

Naraku sensed the nearing presence of the boomerang. He summoned a horde of low class demons to block the route of the projectile before continuing his attack on Inuyasha. If he had looked, he would have seen the demons slaughtered before they had even touched the boomerang.

 

A flash of holy light.

 

Miroku's ofudas plastered themselves onto Sango's boomerang and dispelled the demons, freezing them in place temporarily.

 

A streak of pink.

 

Kagome's arrow imbedded itself in the crook of the boomerang, righting its path so that it was headed for a head on collision with Naraku. It wobbled in flight, looking ready to topple.

 

A streak of blue.

 

Kikyo's arrow struck the left side of the boomerang, almost at the exact same moment as Kagome's had.

 

A streak of yellow.

 

Rin's arrow followed a second behind, the three arrows efficiently stabilizing the flight of the projectile.

 

In seconds, the boomerang had become a writhing mass of holy powers which fueled its unearthly straight path towards Naraku.

 

The crisp smell of leaves mixed with the heat of flames.

 

Shippou and Ayame flung their leaves. Kirara let out a roar and belched out a giant ball of fire. Surprisingly, the flames merely surrounded the leaves instead of burning them.

 

Shippou's leaves efficiently hid the onslaught of purification power surrounding Hiraikotsu and gave the boomerang an ordinary appearance. Ayame's became a swirling disk of fire and was caught on in the flow of power; the whirlwind had gained a sharp and lethal edge.

 

The mix of holy and demonic powers flew towards Naraku in one giant, seething mass. Koga dashed away but Inuyasha stood directly behind Naraku. Catching sight of the boomerang, Naraku leapt away and avoided the boomerang.

 

Thinking that Inuyasha would now be hit by the boomerang, Naraku smirked. He never even noticed the gleam in Inuyasha's sharp golden eyes as the Tetsusaiga swirled with the powers of the Wind Scar.

 

A brilliant shower of rainbow colors.

 

In one downward sweep, Inuyasha unleashed the Wind Scar and summoned the Backlash Wave. The display of colors blinding him would be the last thing Naraku ever saw.

 

His last thought would be, “Impossible.”

 

The combination of holy powers with demonic was unheard of. Purification powers melding with demonic was only dreamed of. The catalyst of that undoable would be the destruction of evil. The willpower of opposite coming together, like Yin and Yang, instead of fighting, would be aiding each other, instead of destroying the other, would be going against all ethics of law.

 

Naraku's last scream would be a scream filled with anger and vengeance before he was enclosed in a writhing sphere that slowly crushed him. The power was so great that it had purified his body into nothing. All that was left was a pitch black mist that pounded with desperation against the shield that separated it from escape.

 

Naraku's dark soul.

 

A pulse of white.

 

Sesshoumaru glanced at his waistbelt where Tensaiga lay sheathed. It pulsed with power, imploring him to use it. Following instinct, Sesshoumaru swung the Tensaiga and slashed through the shield.

 

White fire licked at the darkness of Naraku's soul, purity eating away at the tainted. The pinpoints of black faded away and the now pure soul explode in on itself, sending the shield blasting apart in an explosion of multicolored lights.

 

The Shikon floated in the air, continuing to shine with fluorescent of colors.

 

The lights swirled around each other. Everybody watched as the still vibrantly shining Shikon no Tama entered Kagome's chest, directly above her heart, the colors warping in to collapse into her body.

 

Vibrations of power continued to roll off in waves from Kagome, circling the clearing and disintegrating the bloody remains of the battle. In its place, life blossomed, marking the end of an evil never meant to set foot in this world.

 

A rich, melodious voice spoke to Kagome.

 

“Guardian of the Shikon No Tama, I shall grant you a wish. What is it that you want?”

 

Granted, when Kagome made her wish, it was the right one.

 

Upon opening her eyes, Kagome was greeted with the sight of ten, very happy humans and demons.

 

 

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Kagome fingered two photos. One was shot in feudal Japan, greenery and blue skies outlining eleven people, all doing various things when the shot was taken.

 

The scene brought a smile to her eyes.

 

Shippou could be seen chewing on Inuyasha's ear while he tried unsuccessfully to remove him. Sango could be seen giving Miroku one of her famous slaps while his hands lay on her backside. Rin was giggling happily at the scene and Sesshoumaru had a slight smirk on his face as he watched. Koga had grasped Ayame's hands in his, most likely proclaiming his love for her. She herself wasn't paying attention to the camera, as she was busy uttering a `SIT' to subdue Inuyasha while Kikyo looked exasperatedly on.

 

The other photo was shot recently, greenery and blue skies still there, but with the unmistakable skyscrapers and modern day technology bordering the trees. There were only seven people in this photo, the changes of age drastic.

 

A voice brought Kagome out of her musings.

 

“Kagome?” It was Souta. Kagome gestured for him to come into her room. “You said you wanted to chat with me alone.”

 

Kagome took a deep breath, looking Souta from head to toe before standing. It figured after 4 years Souta would be taller. She looked up squarely into his eyes, “Yeah. I have to tell you something, but you have to promise me that you won't tell momma or jii-chan.”

 

Souta looked declined to agree, but the hard glint in Kagome's bright blue eyes told him that she was serious, “Umm. Okay, I guess it wouldn't hurt.”

 

Kagome sighed, “I have a reason. It's about the story I told you downstairs.” She grimaced before continuing. “I didn't exactly tell the truth.”

 

“What!? You mean the battle and going through the well was all made up? Kagome!” Souta exclaimed crossing his arms across is chest in an Inuyasha-like gesture. “You can't just lie to momma and jii-chan! Why—”

 

Kagome cut him off, “Just listen to me! I know you are ready to go to high school and all, but come on! You know I have my reasons, and I didn't exactly lie about the battle. All that is true! We did defeat Naraku! But the well…”

 

Souta blinked before replying, “The well…? Oh!” He clapped his hand sharply over his mouth. “Hold up, if you didn't come through the well. That means—” he jumped up and stared at Kagome in shock. “—that means the well was sealed up and you…”

 

She nodded.

 

“…you lived for these past 500 years!”

 

Kagome smiled grimly, “And that's exactly why you can't tell.”