InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Choice of Fate ❯ Chapter 3

Chapter Three:

 

Kagome felt the hairs on her skin rise, the very air around the village becoming thick with an evil aura. `So much power.'

“Kagome-chan,” came Sango's voice.

The young miko turned to the approaching taijiya, the worry already tainting her features, “Hai.”

“What is that?” Sango uttered softly just before a tortured cry rang out in the distance.

Both women ran towards the inhuman howl as more voices rang out in sudden agony. `Oh Kami, what's happening?' the priestess thought with fear. As both rounded the corner of a hut, Sango started to shake with distress as her lover's body lay just mere feet from her. Miroku's body, or what was left of it was strewn across the ground before them. Huge talons having ripped both arms from his bloodied corpse, he stared at the dark heavens with one glassy eye.

Throwing reason to the wind, Sango ran to him, gasping as she saw that his skull was chopped in two, dark fluid seeping from the remains of his head. Sango's head hung low as she held the monks limp form in her arms. “No, no, no, no…” Came the words from her lips, soft at first then rising to a frenzied pitch. “Ieiiiiiiii!!!!” She cried as she lowered Miroku's head to the blood drenched earth and rose to her feet, a dark madness coloring her eyes. Gripping the boomerang bone in her hand, she ran off to exact vengeance.

 

*****

 

 

Yoru awoke in a daze, the strange images from his dream still swimming in his mind. He felt lightheaded, as if reality had taken a detour into the surreal. The bloody carnage of images shook him, the intense rage behind it felt like a suffocating mask. He sat hunched over in bed, and stared in horror at the single strand of silver hair in his palm.

What the hell is happening to me?

 

*****

 

 

 

Pitch-black darkness stared back at Kagome as she looked into the bone eaters well. A gateway that she so often used, now an abandoned grave of the past. The dreams, more or less nightmares were plaguing her more and more frequently as of late. She'd dreamt of that horrid day that her life changed forever. The day he changed, the day everything she loved in the warring states era died. The loss she'd suffered that day was like a vise on her very soul, slowly squeezing the very life from her. Closing her eyes, she felt the tears of old returning. Before the torrent of emotion could envelope her, she turned and ran from the well house.

 

As the young woman ran, a lone tear fell from her prematurely aged face, and fell into the depths of blackness. The darkness responded to her silent plea, and the faintest of glimmers began to shine in that eternal night. An echo of the past, yet a hope of the future, it called to the miko, the forgotten priestess, and invited her into it's depths.

 

Like one who is entranced, Kagome reentered the small hut and walked down the stairs to the edge of the well, the light inside growing. As if her body longed to fall into that sweet void, she climbed the rail and fell forward. And was consumed.