InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Crescent Moon On The Brow Of The Sky ❯ Kagome's Death ( Chapter 2 )

Hello again, and sorry for the unexpected delay! Here's another chapter. The last one I wrote in a day. Till 4 in the morning. Yawn! I woke up, yesterday, at 2 in the afternoon. I can stay up late, but not if I've been sick. Damn Canadian winters! LOL. It hasn't even snowed yet, surprisingly. Its global warming, I guess. Oh, yes: this chapter is going to be about HOW poor ol' Kagome died. Oh and there are two new characters. I made up their names. I know -maru is a common male suffix, and i added that to their names. I have no idea what the prefixes mean. Hitsumaru, Tsusimaru. I hope they don't mean anything dirty! LOL. I'm sure it is nothing in any language. I'm just a poor old Canadian! The only other language I know is French. Oh, I only know about 10 words in Japanese and 10 words in Spanish. And 7 words in German. Wunderbar, kinder eist mutter! Foboten! (Wonderful, child is mother! Forbidden!) Yeah. Correct me if I'm wrong.

I'll shut up now. there's a swear word in this chapter (uttered by Inu Yasha, who else) so if you are offended, please tell me

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Kagome's Death

A cold miko clutched the nylon winter jacket closer to her, twirling in her hands the red plastic toy, unaware that she was going to die at the hands of the person she loved. She sighed, burying her chin in the downy, soft red hair of her adopted Kitsune- whom, after playing with the tiny plastic windmill she had brought for him, had fallen asleep.Shippou's tiny, soft, childish snores filled her hearing as his breath blew clouds, and Kagome smiled. She pulled the hat closer over her ears with wool mitten-clad hands, shivering. The red gloves were her mother's, and besides being wet, they smelt like her perfume. Kagome sighed and dropped them from her face, feeling a snaking homesickness squirm in her stomach. Kirara, the tiny neko youkai, nuzzled her woolly fingers.

Inu Yasha sat, his red-clad arms folded upon his knees, his face buried there, his amber eyes watching her from over them. His silver-coloured hair fell like rain, or snow, about his cheeks. Their eyes met, for the briefest of moments, yet he said nothing, nor shifted his eyes. He seemed angry, but Kagome knew better- he was thinking, perhaps, of Kikyou; thinking, perhaps, of Naraku.

Sango, the youkai taijiya, also watched her. She shrugged out of and adjusted her weapon, the Hiraikotsu, upon her back. She wore the thick blue gloves Kagome had brought upon her hands, ones that Kagome knew to be very warm. The winter around them whined as Sango blew her breath upon the gloves, rubbing them together. For a moment, Inu Yasha's ears twitched at he sound, but he did not move his eyes. Sango seemed patient, and when she caught Kagome's desperate eyes, she lifted -thankfully- the weight of her gaze of the miko's frame. Her brown hair fell into her eyes, and she brushed the fringe away. Draped upon her was Kagome's Ji-chan's old brown coat, one that was heavy and riddled with holes.

Beside her, the houshi contemplated other heavenly planes, or perhaps the wearer of the old brown coat beside him. His long, golden, many-ringed staff, the Shakujou, stood against a robed shoulder. Upon his head was a wool hat Kagome had brought for him; that was the only thing he had accepted. He did not watch her; he meditated, his eyes closed, the brows over them tranquil. He seemed asleep.

Suddenly she gasped, and felt her throat for what few shards of the Shikon No Tama they had- and sighed a cloudy relief while they pulsed happily beneath her woolly fingers. Shippou yawned at being so disturbed, and opened his eyes. "Momma?" He yawned. Kagome put the red plastic windmill in the snow, and hushed Shippou, who fell silent abruptly, but not for long. "Kagome?" He whined, clutching the slippery fabric of her jacket, smelling something different in the winter air.

"Quiet, Shippou, quiet." The girl murmured, standing and brushing off the snow from her backside with the tips of her gloved fingers. Something, a bright pink light, glowed in her, and pulled her towards a distant spot, where another bright sliver of herself glowed. A gasp rocketed forth from her mouth, silenced by the cry of the distant youkai that harboured a Shikon Shard. Shippou squirmed in her arms as Kirara leapt forth from them, landing lightly upon the snow, leaving barely a mark upon its virgin surface.

Inu Yasha growled, the setting sun setting his silver hair ablaze- a mix of blue, pink, and white. He blew a cloud of exasperation as he watched the miko rise to snowy feet. As he smelled the miko change, he saw a bright glow form in her eyes. He lifted his head out of his arms, and fingered the worn hilt of the bright Tetsusaiga, his long nails scratching against its pommel. Then Kagome gasped. "I- I sense a Shikon Shard!"

Inu Yasha, her companion and the arrogant man she loved, scoffed and leapt onto his feet. Sango and Miroku did the same, suddenly alert. In the half-youkai's amber eyes there was a glimmer of triumph, of adventure, and of adrenaline; Kagome found herself caught up in it yet again. There was a fear in her, though; she watched as Inu Yasha clenched the hilt of the Tetsusaiga, pull it a little way out of the gullet of the sheath. "It's about time!" He growled, and Kagome's ire rose at his rudeness, but she said nothing. She gathered her bow in her arms, draped her quiver of arrows upon her back, and put a grim determination on the features of her face. Clinging to her slippery jacket, Shippou's young eyes grew large and scared.

In an eruption of fire, Kirara turned into her true self: a large, powerful neko youkai, with red eyes and long curving teeth. Sango leapt upon her broad back, somehow looking strange with the winter clothes she wore. Miroku, out of his meditative state, leapt up behind her, his eyes wide and alert, the Shakujou jangling with the movement. The beads around his hand that contained his gaping curse glinted echoes of the sunset. Shippou climbed up to Kagome's shoulder, digging in tiny Kitsune claws.

"Come on, Kagome," said Inu Yasha irritably, and Kagome leapt onto his back, throwing slippery nylon arms around his shoulders and stopped at his throat, where she felt round glassy beads. His arms held her legs, and his claws bit into the fabric of her jeans and brushed against her skin. There was a moment where Kagome's warrior friends stopped for a cloudy breath, looking at each other as if saying goodbye. Then Kagome felt Inu Yasha's muscles tense, and she squeezed her eyes shut as he leapt

into the air. Kagome knew by Kirara's predatory roar that she as well had begun her fiery ascent.

A feeling, very much like being on a roller coaster, churned in Kagome's belly as Inu Yasha leapt up, soaring in a great arch, and touched the snowy earth again with his bare toes. In Kagome's human ears, the wind roared, though it was somewhat muffled by the hat she wore. In her hands, forgotten, was tightly clenched the plastic windmill.

"WHERE, KAGOME?"Inu Yasha cried, leaping from tree to icy tree, his silvery hair flying into her face. She looked inside herself, and found the pooling source- a pink thread of a feeling, pulling her towards some other place. With her arm stretching like a branch, she pointed northward. "There!" She yelled, her voice quavering, blowing a cloud across her vision.

They found themselves in a clearing of sorts, flanked by trees like silent soldiers. Inu Yasha dropped Kagome's legs, so that she fell down on her behind in the ice, and skidded; she was too frightened to care. Inu Yasha clapped a hand over his nose, as Shippou whimpered forlornly and clutched Kagome all the harder. She stood, slipped, and said in a voice filled with tears, "Shippou, go to Kirara. I don't want you to get hurt." Shippou, however reluctantly, obeyed.

Corpses lay everywhere in tangled hugs, shells, empty husks. Kagome's heart thumped as Miroku, saying a quick prayer, wiped away an unwanted tear. Sango narrowed her eyes, clutching the strap of her Hiraikotsu with a shaking hand. "What happened? How can this possibly be?"

To which Inu Yasha replied, from behind his hand, without a loss of his vehemence, "this entire place reeks of Naraku." Sango nodded, memories flooding her anguish-hardened eyes. Suddenly, then, Inu Yasha's ears twitched.

Arms closed around Kagome, gently, coolly. A chest pressed against her back, and Kagome could feel the rumble of a silent laugh in it. Before a scream could reach her mouth, she felt cold fingers touch her throat, where her pulse was.

It was Miroku who saw first, a split second before the rest. He looked towards her, and his entire body clenched. He raised the Shakujou in front of him, praying to the Gods above, and cried out her name like it was a talisman. "KAGOME!"

Inu Yasha ripped the Tetsusaiga from its sheath, and the blade shone brightly as it changed to tis true from- a fang capable of killing one hundred youkai at once. He growled. "KAGOME! LET HER GO, YOU FUCKING BASTARD!"

"Kagome, is it..." said the voice of the demon behind her, "such a pretty name for a pretty girl." Kagome struggled in the grip of the demon, struggled against the hot sticky breath that brushed against the back of her neck. What stopped her struggles abruptly was the cold fingers pressing harder, against her throat, making the world swim. "Call for him, Kagome. Call for him."

"No!" she cried, tears bubbling at the corners of her eyes.The fingers pressed all the harder against her throat. "I will never!" A growl betrayed the youkai's feelings of rage, and his hand began to draw blood. The blood trickled down the hollow of her collarbone."Call for him,Kagome," the youkai hissed, "or I will rip out your throat."

"KAGOME! OKA," wailed a tired Shippou, cupping in his hands his fiery Kitsune Bi. It shot towards Kagome, yet the youkai stepped to the side, pulling Kagome with him. Kagome's head jerked around, dizzy at the speed of him.

Sango's eyes narrowed with her fear and rage as she threw her weapon after the fading glow of Shippou's Kitsune Bi."HIRAIKOTSU," she cried, her voice furious and rising as high as a hopeful trumpet. Kirara jostled impatiently underneath her.

The terrible youkai leapt into the air, riding the air as if it could be ridden. His arm tightened around Kagome's waist, squeezing all the air from her, pushing her stomach against her ribs. The Hiraikotsu curved back into Sango's nimble, expert hands.

Miroku loosened the beads around his hand, almost as if he was going to loose his curse upon them all, yet...

"NO! STOP! DON'T ATTACK HIM! YOU'LL HURT KAGOME," cried a terrified Shippou, regretful of his Kitsune Bi that had caused them all to attack the youkai that now hugged Kagome so close. The youkai landed nimbly upon an ice-covered tree, curling his toes upon the branch and dangling Kagome high over the hard floor below.

At this the youkai laughed deep in his throat, knowing he had an advantage over them. Inu Yasha screamed in frustration and rage, wishing to attack but fearing to give Kagome harm.

"Hitsumaru," said the youkai behind her, so quietly and so suddenly Kagome was not sure she had heard. "Take this foolish girl."

"Hai, Tsusimaru," someone whispered in a voice so similar to the last Kagome at first thought the youkai was talking to himself. Then, she was falling, if not for a moment, and new hands clutched at her slippery clothes and neck.

The youkai that had cut her on her throat leapt out, and Kagome was stunned at how beautiful he was: hair the colour of raven wings shorn just to his chin, a face smooth and young, eyes the colour of fire. The kimono he wore was dark and seemed expensive. With a soft, unfriendly and faint smirk at her, he shot, like a dark shadow, towards where her warrior friends were. Kagome felt dread, and found herself being gently pulled into the deep shadows of the woods. The last thing she saw of her friends before a tall tree broke her view was a struggling Miroku, a flying Hiraikotsu, and a Tetsusaiga being thrown from Inu Yasha's grip. For a moment, Inu Yasha stopped, stunned, as the demon thrust his hand through his belly.

"INU YASHA!" She cried, seeing him change, and then the scene was gone, blocked out by trees and distance. She struggled, not caring if she fell to her death, but the new youkai hugged her close, preventing her fall. He pressed his hand hard over her mouth, and she caught the view of a white sleeve from the corner of her eye.She bucked and kicked, bit hard- but the youkai only laughed.

"Miko," the youkai giggled, "fight me and meet a death!"

Kagome's soft brown eyes widened as she felt the presence of a Shikon shard embedded somewhere in her captor. She soothed her mind, wrapping it around the shard, and began to purify it.

The youkai squirmed uncomfortably, hissing, and stopped for breath upon a thick branch that was heavy with snow. "Stop it!" He cried, shaking her roughly. "Stop it!" His hand tore into the flesh of her throat, not going deep enough to kill, but stunning her enough she stopped her efforts.

To her surprise, the youkai uttered a curse, and redoubled- heading back to whence they came. Again her friends came into her view, but this time, the scene was different- Inu Yasha, a pure youkai now, was attempting to kill the dark youkai, who seemed injured and bled upon the snow. The glow of the sunset began to dim as the light grew stale, and the youkai that held Kagome yelled a wordless cry.

Kagome found herself in the snow, suddenly weary and no longer afraid, and saw Sango hiding in the snowy, dead underbrush. "Kagome!" She whispered, beckoning for her to come and hide. From somewhere in the darkness beside the youkai taijiya, there came the shaking voice of the houshi. "Kagome, you must hide! Inu Yasha will kill everything that is in his sights. He is about to die. He isn't in his right mind!"

Kagome shook her head, tying to stand, and found her bow a few steps from her. Beside it, her arrows were spilled, like twigs. She attempted to go over to them, but stumbled, weak. Lying on the cold snow and covered with frostbite, she reached vainly for her bow, and caught it in her hand. She pulled it towards her, weary, and hugged it to her chest. Blood fell in drops upon the snow. Her own?

"Kagome, oka, no!" cried the Kitsune, but she ignored her adoptive child. She set her face in a grim determination as the two youkai fought the one she loved, and grabbed an arrow, crying out at the pain. She set it in her bow, drew, and shot it at the youkai. A pink glow, bright as the sun, leapt towards the assailants of her love. A wordless cry burst forth from her mouth, the cry of a weary miko, as the arrow missed and hit a tree, making it burst in a column of heavy, cloying smoke, toppling those around it. The youkai turned, surprised, before they disappeared into the column of smoke and were gone.

Youkai Inu Yasha approached Kagome slowly, his breath ragged, his eyes red and wild. He seemed full of anger and hatred as he stumbled towards her, his bloody claws outstretched. Kagome rose to her feet, her bow dropping from her lax hand and into the snow. She threw her arms around him, feeling him tense and begin to growl. pain erupted as his claws dug into her heart "I love you, Inu Yasha." She whispered, falling to her knees before him, her blood spilling in a red circle around her. She smiled, choked, and the world faded all away to a deep and unending black.