InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Haunted ❯ Together Atlast ( Chapter 5 )

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@.@… NANI?! LAST CHAPTER?! Noooooooooooooo!!!!!!… ^_^ oh well…

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After he had lay there for hours, next to his dead love for the last time, cradling her dwindling warmth to his chest, he dreamed of the many times before that he had held her like this, and the many times after this that his dreams would remind him of his love and he would wake with a ghostly warmth slowly leaving him once again to the chill of the night.

He rose with a new resolve. He would live to raise their daughter and Shippou, but he would not do it in this time, where war, famine, and demons plagued the land.

Going back to the village he found nothing to mark that there was once even so much as a single dwelling there save death. A few stray youkai remained, feasting on the flesh on the dead. Sango and Miroku had failed. They lied to him! They said they could handle it! They said they would be all right! In what was once the village square, he found them both dead. Miroku's body feebly, yet protectively, and possessively covering Sango's.

Whith renewed despiration Inuyasha began Scouring the forest for the children. As he went deeper and deeper into the forest, his senses told him he was too late. Then in a clearing he came across Kaede's broken bloody form, and not long after that he came across a sight that would forever haunt him in the back of his mind, and justify his resolve to go back to Kagome's time.

Lying huddled together were the broken bodies of Sango's and Miroku's twins: Kohaku and Koharu. The poor children were no more than three or four and had already met such a gory demise. Their small stomachs had been savagely ripped open, their entrails scattered about the forest floor. Kohaku was missing his left arm: the arm he used to throw his sickle-chain blade. Continuing on after emptying his stomach of its contents he found Shippou huddled over a small bundle. At first he thought them both dead too, but then he caught the faint mewing of his hungry child and the occasional sniffle from the young Shippou. Gently picking them both up and holding them protectively to his chest he trudged towards the well, bearing ill news for the Higurashi family.

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Without realizing it I had gotten back into the car and was headed towards the shrine. When I reached the street that lead to what was now my house I found it blocked off, fire trucks and police cars flooding the area. With much difficulty I managed to convince them to let me through, telling them I lived there with my dead wife's family.

After much interrogation I also found out that vandals had attacked the shrine and set the ground floor and the surrounding area on fire, trapping the sleeping family on the top floor. No one made it out alive. I was alone again. This couldn't be happening!! I had lost everything to that bastard Naraku! But he was dead now and I had nothing left to live for.

Grabbing the pistol from the waist-band of my pants I put the barrel to my temple and pulled the trigger without a second thought as my world went black and I dropped to the ground with a resounding thud. I would finally be with my family and friends again.