InuYasha Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Zuiichi Takara ❯ Chapter 6: Death and Dying ( Chapter 6 )

A/n: Yes, it’s been a while, I know. This is the late chapter that was supposed to be posted on Halloween. Sorry for the delay. Enjoy.

*Zuiichi Takara*

By: Kage Otome (Shadow Maiden)

Chapter 6: Death and Dying

Kuronue and Kohaku darted throughout the foliage, towards Inuyasha’s Forest. However before they could reach the village they were intercepted by Inuyasha himself. His amber eyes and untamed silver hair, went well with his red haori and hakama’s made of the fur of the fire rat. Kuronue snarled at the arrogant and overly cocky hanyou. Now was no time to play games, Inuyasha and Kagome had a somewhat friendly relationship. Surely he would not stop them from getting the healer.

“What are you two doin’ here? Where’s K’gome?”

“She’s been poisoned, need Kikyo-sama.” Kohaku panted.

Inuyasha’s eyes widened before he began leaping towards the village to get his mate. Kuronue followed behind, Kohaku being carried by the koumori. When they got there Kikyo was already waiting for them at the edge of the village. Inuyasha explained the situation quickly to the miko as Kikyo’s brown eyes narrowed in contemplation.

“Do you have the dart that pierced her?” Kikyo asked the two.

Kohaku removed it from his pouch. Inuyasha took a sniff of it before his eyes widened. He told Kikyo all he knew of the poison, which wasn’t very much, along with the symptoms Kohaku had informed them of, Kikyo had a very good idea as to what Kagome had been poisoned with. And she would do everything within her power to save her. Kagome had done the same with her, saving her, a miko, when she was but a young maid. It was time to repay that favor. She just hoped she wasn’t too late.

‘May the God’s be with you, Kagome.’

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Kagome sneezed. It was so cold. So very cold. Curling up to the kit, she shivered again. Shippo looked up at the vixen curled around him, he was pretty sure his nose was warmer then she was. He yipped out a question at her, concerned for her well being. She made a feeble attempt at reassuring him, which only caused him to worry more.

The vixen began to cough and hack up some type of liquid. It was only when the moonlight struck it that he realized what that warm substance was; blood. Shippo let out a deep howl, a cry he learned from his parents, it’s what one did when they needed help, it was for the most part, the only kind of howl you’d hear from a kit. Youko and Sesshoumaru glanced down at the kit from where they had been conversing mentally. They were surprised they didn’t smell the blood earlier. The tangent smell invaded their olfactory sentences, only it wasn’t blood lust it awakened; it was worry, it was fear.

They wanted to go to her, to help. But they didn’t know how she would take it. They needed to see if she was all right. So they went. Both handsome youkai landed in front of the startled pair. Kagome could barely smell them, but she instinctively knew they were there, she could still hear. Standing wobbly she crouched over the kit protectively growling at the two. There would be no getting out of this one alive if she’d judged their power levels right. If she were right one of them was that fox she stole from. She nudged the kit. If she couldn’t get out of this alive, at least he could.

She would let no harm come to the kit. None.

She lunged for them as the kit darted into the thick underbrush nearby, hopefully fleeing. Her jaw latched onto one of their calves she didn’t know who’s, but he tasted like inuyoukai, it couldn’t have been the kitsune prince. Damn. Well, at least she’d die brave. Kagome was slightly surprised when all they did was pick her up by the scruff of her neck. She growled wanting to be released. She heard one of them chuckle. She wasn’t sure which, she swiped her paw at him, missing. Now her hearing was going. She shivered.

Someone picked her up. She didn’t really know. All she knew was her world suddenly went black.

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I was floating in a black void. There was nothing. Kind of creepy. I absently noticed I was back in my ‘humanoid form’. Sitting down in the emptiness, I looked around, wondering if the kit was still alive, if he got away. I sure hope he did, otherwise my death would have been for nothing. I paused. Wait a second. Did I die? If I did die, how come I can still think and stuff. Maybe I should pinch myself to see if I can still feel. Or maybe...

Damn.

I guess death makes you talkative. It must also make you stupid.

Suddenly I felt a sharp pain. Well. I guess I’m not dead then. Looking around I noticed a soft white light permeating the air. I began to growl not liking this ‘light’ there was no explanation for it. I was in fact perfectly happy in my little empty void. The only person who could find me would be Kuronue. I missed Kuronue. If I do die, if I am dead, I only have one thing to ask for. Can I say goodbye?

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Death .

Who knows what it is, no one has ever come back from the dead, at least not naturally. Magic is a whole different story. It is natural for us mere mortals to fear what we don’t understand. Death is not something one can describe with words, for how do you describe something you have never experienced? What do we expect when we die? Will our expectations be met? Exceeded? Or completely opposite of what we’ve always believed?

Sometimes people mistake death and dying as the same thing. They’re wrong. Death is a true death--the extinction or termination of life and living. It’s closing your eyes, and never opening your eyes again. Dying is different, it’s not a true death. Not yet at least, its--suffering in agony as your body gives out, a sign of death, but when you are ‘dying’ you are still living, you are simply close to death. There is still a chance you can live. It’s just many give up hope while at this stage, what’s the point in trying to live if it hurts so much?

But occasionally a person dies painlessly, lucky them. If most people had a choice I’m sure they’d choose a painless death. To me, that is a cowards death, of course, I would prefer to die in my element, stealing or protecting myself and what is mine, in other words in battle. Of course, that’s fate’s little game, making people die, the opposite of how they actually want to die. Of course, then again, I’m not dead yet. I’m not ready to give up, even though my body is.

When people die, they leave people who care for them in mourning. It is not the dead that suffer, it’s the living. Sure you may suffer before dying, but at that time, your still living. And as a person lays on their deathbed, they think of not only how great there life is, I assume, but their mistakes, what they wish they could have changed, redone. They regret not doing or saying something. And as I lay here, vision going cloudy in my little void. I realized, sometime I felt and one regret stood out clearly in my fog covered mine. I never got to tell him...

On death and dying...How do you want to die? Would you rather lay dying in a sick bed due to illness, or would you prefer laying on a battlefield your intestines spilling out?

So before Death breathes it’s icy breath over your Dying body, ask yourself but one question---

Will you regret?

And when death comes for you, wrapping it’s icy fingers around your neck, ask yourself once more---

Do I regret?

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