InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Existance ❯ Chapter 1
[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
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Kagome lay in the clearing, next to her beloved hanyou. The final battle with Naraku was graphic, horrible and gory. Her friends lay scattered around her. Their arms and legs severed from their bodies. She wanted to cry, but she couldn't. She reached out and clutched his hand, she almost shivered for it was now cold to the touch. Her body shook as she watched her blood seep out of her wound and drip onto the cold, hard ground.
Her heart beat faster as she heard someone approaching them, she quickly closed her eyes. However, she knew that if that someone was a demon, she would be done for. She tried to breathe quietly, but the pain she was experiencing was too much. Her breaths came out choppy and short, her free hand grasping onto the dirt underneath her. The air smelt of blood as she ran her fingers over Inuyasha's knuckles. She wanted to call out his name, but she knew he wouldn't hear her. And even if he could, her voice had stopped working a long time ago.
"Miko," A deep voice cut through the thick silence that hung over her and her friends. She knew that voice well. "How did this come to be?" She almost let out a laugh. Kagome always thought that he would kill her in an instant when her guard was down. He would probably kill her later, however.
"Naraku." Was the one simple word that seemed to explain everything. She shook once more as she called out the demon's name. "Sessho...maru..." She wanted to ask him to kill her now, but would he? Or would he watch her suffer? The taiyoukai looked over at his little brother, whom had a deep cut in his throat that sealed his fate. Even Sesshomaru never thought his little brother would die like this. His eyes returned to rest on the dying miko, Inuyasha must have died trying to save her. The older demon made his way slowly over to the young priestess. He saw the way she was holding Inuyasha's hand. He saw how the unshed tears shimmered in her eyes. Kagome could have sworn she saw pity in his eyes.
"It will be over soon," He whispered. He placed the palm of his hand on her forehead, and continued. "I'll bring you back to the old woman at the village, and I will bury his body underneath that tree you both seem so fond of." Her eyes widened in realization. He was in deed, going to kill her. But she wasn't afraid anymore. She had nothing more to be afraid of. Her biggest fear had already come to haunt her; Inuyasha's death. "I'm sure the half-breed will be more than happy to see you in the afterlife. Tell him, and my father, that I forgive them." He watched as her lips curved up into a smile, and in an instant, he snapped her neck. Her breathing and heartbeat stopped, and her whole entire being ceased to exist. He stopped to think for a moment, what was it about this pack that made him feel such a way. How was it that the miko was able to accept a half-demon as a lover? It would be a mystery to him, and anyone else.
In a swift movement, he threw both of them onto his shoulders and began to walk slowly. His face and eyes once again showed no emotions.
It didn't matter that he could have been lying.
Kagome lay in the clearing, next to her beloved hanyou. The final battle with Naraku was graphic, horrible and gory. Her friends lay scattered around her. Their arms and legs severed from their bodies. She wanted to cry, but she couldn't. She reached out and clutched his hand, she almost shivered for it was now cold to the touch. Her body shook as she watched her blood seep out of her wound and drip onto the cold, hard ground.
Her heart beat faster as she heard someone approaching them, she quickly closed her eyes. However, she knew that if that someone was a demon, she would be done for. She tried to breathe quietly, but the pain she was experiencing was too much. Her breaths came out choppy and short, her free hand grasping onto the dirt underneath her. The air smelt of blood as she ran her fingers over Inuyasha's knuckles. She wanted to call out his name, but she knew he wouldn't hear her. And even if he could, her voice had stopped working a long time ago.
"Miko," A deep voice cut through the thick silence that hung over her and her friends. She knew that voice well. "How did this come to be?" She almost let out a laugh. Kagome always thought that he would kill her in an instant when her guard was down. He would probably kill her later, however.
"Naraku." Was the one simple word that seemed to explain everything. She shook once more as she called out the demon's name. "Sessho...maru..." She wanted to ask him to kill her now, but would he? Or would he watch her suffer? The taiyoukai looked over at his little brother, whom had a deep cut in his throat that sealed his fate. Even Sesshomaru never thought his little brother would die like this. His eyes returned to rest on the dying miko, Inuyasha must have died trying to save her. The older demon made his way slowly over to the young priestess. He saw the way she was holding Inuyasha's hand. He saw how the unshed tears shimmered in her eyes. Kagome could have sworn she saw pity in his eyes.
"It will be over soon," He whispered. He placed the palm of his hand on her forehead, and continued. "I'll bring you back to the old woman at the village, and I will bury his body underneath that tree you both seem so fond of." Her eyes widened in realization. He was in deed, going to kill her. But she wasn't afraid anymore. She had nothing more to be afraid of. Her biggest fear had already come to haunt her; Inuyasha's death. "I'm sure the half-breed will be more than happy to see you in the afterlife. Tell him, and my father, that I forgive them." He watched as her lips curved up into a smile, and in an instant, he snapped her neck. Her breathing and heartbeat stopped, and her whole entire being ceased to exist. He stopped to think for a moment, what was it about this pack that made him feel such a way. How was it that the miko was able to accept a half-demon as a lover? It would be a mystery to him, and anyone else.
In a swift movement, he threw both of them onto his shoulders and began to walk slowly. His face and eyes once again showed no emotions.
It didn't matter that he could have been lying.