InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Cold ❯ Cold ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I don't know Rumiko Takahashi, so I can't say I own any of this.

 

Notes: Tragedy

 

Genre: Tragedy

Rating: R

Codes: none

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Cold

 

So this was the end. The end of everything. Naraku won and now everyone would suffer. The writhing, grotesque growth of demonic forms solidified into a false beauty, Naraku in his human form. His new and final true form. The sky changed slowly, roiling clouds of blood flowing against the blackening sky. The sun faded to nothing as the hanyo had revenge on a world that had only tried to defend itself against him. No one knew he had enough hatred in him to do this. The Shikon no Tama burned black under his skin, visible to everyone, sitting under the white skin of his throat.

 

We had tried our best to kill him. When the sacred arrow broke against him, our chances waned. But with Kagome's fragile body, our hope died. InuYasha went insane, it seemed, and while his fury was great, Tetsusaiga broke a final time… as did he. Their torn bodies lay on the ground and would likely never see a proper burial. I had long lost my advantage, much as I hate to admit it.

 

I had never seen the Kitsune pup fight so valiantly. I could see the tears streaming from his eyes and I saw the death reflected there. He had lost his entire world, over and over and soon, we would all lose. Hiraikotsu lay broken next to Sango. The fire that had burned until the end had gone with her spirit. There was too much death everywhere and the heat bled away never to be seen again. The staff of heads snapped under Naraku's hands and Jaken fell next. My heart was now too cold to feel the pain as I looked into my final companion's eyes. His were as cold as mine and we both saw the end falling with the red-tinged snow from the black sky. How it had gone so badly was something no one was to know. We made a sort of agreement as we turned back to Naraku. Yes, we would die, but we would take the bastard with us.

 

Our final powers unleashed, wind tunnel and poisonous beast form, we made progress. Naraku bled and his arm was pulled into the void of the kazaana. Then the curse was lifted and everything went silent. I had heard the wind tunnel for so long that for a moment, I thought I was deaf. But it was only for the moment it took for the now voidless hand to lift the staff that rang through the still, black and cold day. With sound returning, I raked at the flesh of my opponent, watching blood flow into the ground. Claw and staff buried in his flesh, Naraku reformed before our eyes.

 

I had only a few moments to regret this fight, the journey that had brought it, then purple and black robes crumpled to the ground. I saw the hand holding his still-beating heart convulse and throw it away like a toy. My vision faded to red as I latched my teeth into his flesh, poisoning and ripping. If I could simply defeat him and reach Tenseiga, laying on the ground just a few steps away, then we would be triumphant. I refused to give up, even as he severed my right back leg. A dog with two legs can still fight, especially this dog.

 

I said a silent prayer that Rin's death be clean and swift, the only thing I could wish for her now, as my last limbs were removed. I transformed into my smaller form one last time, furious, but cold as his hand reached into my chest to take my heart. This Sesshomaru watched the end of the world, cold and heartless, as so many had accused me of being. I smiled at the irony as everything went black.

 

The End