InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ There You'll Be ❯ There You'll Be ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Authoress Note: No idea where this came from, I just felt like writing an Inuyasha fic, and this song came on and I was like `Well, why not.' Because it gave me an idea. It's a sad idea, so be warned…and it has character death.

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When I think back on these times
And the dreams we left behind
I'll be glad `cause I was blessed to get to have you in my life

When I look back
On these days
I'll look and see your face
You were right there for me

I miss him. I miss him terribly. I still don't understand why it had to happen that way…

It was almost a half a year ago now, but it still hurts so badly I cry myself to sleep. I have his haori, the red fire rat skin jacket he always wore.

A small stream of salty tears are streaming down my face now, which is pale from lack of sunlight. I never feel like doing much anymore. I can't bring myself to do anything, I just don't have the will. The first two weeks after it happened I couldn't even get out of bed, let alone eat. I lost so much weight in that time that my mother had to take me to a hospital and I was stuck there for a few days until I got a little healthier.

But I still don't feel any better…because no matter what, nothing can change the fact that he's gone…

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In my dreams
I'll always see you soar above the sky
In my heart there'll always be a place for you for all my life

“Inuyasha!” Kagura's voice rang out through the clearing of the woods, as she was finally forced into silence by being sliced into by Inuyasha's wind scar. My brown eyes glance around to take in my surroundings. There was crimson blood everywhere, and bits and pieces of parts that were severed from various bodies.

I see Sango lying on her side, with Kirara standing guard over her, protecting her with her life. Sango got injured, I remember now. Her left arm got broken, and a few of her ribs are cracked from Kagura's wind. And I see a small trickle of crimson running from her temple, where she got whacked with…I don't even remember what it was, but it was bad.

Then there's Miroku, standing right next to Kirara, a deathly glare in his eyes to anyone who takes more than three steps in their direction. He was protecting Sango as well. This was also a big fight for him, since they has to get Naraku this time, or his wind tunnel would suck him in within a matter of days. And I knew he really didn't want that, because he was just starting his relationship with Sango.

Then I glance over at Shippou, the fox demon who I'd begun to think of as a somewhat son. He was lying on his back, near Sango and being protected by Kirara. He's unconscious, I can tell by the way he's lying, but he's not dead. He's injured, but not dead. I'm not close enough to see how injured he is, though.

Then my eyes go to Inuyasha, the most powerful being among us. He's digging the Tetsusaiga into the dirt, leaning on it as his chest, which was splattered with blood, his own, Kagura's, and who else I do not know, but I watch as his chest rises and falls, heaving in the air he needed to survive. His golden eyes shift to me, staring into my eyes with a look in them that shook me so deep it felt as if he was looking into my soul.

“Kagome…Are you okay?” His soft, exhausted voice asks me a question that is so ridiculous that I want to run over and smack him for it. Am I okay? Yes, I am okay. But the nerve of him, asking me if I'm okay, while he's so beaten he can barely stand!

I was considering running over and smacking him on the spot, when his knees gave out under him and he feel to his knees on the hard earth as the Tetsusaiga clattered to the ground, bowing his head in shame for such a sign of weakness.

I did the first thing that came to my mind: I ran to him, tears rising in my eyes. “Inuyasha!” His name rang out from my lips without me even realizing I screamed it, and I scampered to his side, fresh tears rolling down my cheeks as if the world were in a drought and my tears would give them water. I fell to my knees beside him, not even bothering to wince at the pain that tore into my skin as the little pebbles on the ground dug into my flesh and cut it so it bled. Inuyasha still had his head bowed; his hands limp by his sides. He stared at the ground in disgrace, but then his golden eyes closed against the sight of me as me arms rose to place my hands on his slim shoulders.

“Kagome…” Inuyasha's voice murmured.

“No! Don't you talk, you jerk! How could you ask if I was okay…Look at you!” My voice, shrill with panic, sliced into the silent of the night; so dark I can barely see him.

“I'm fine. Really, Kagome, I a-.”

“No, you're not!” My first instinct was to throw myself against his chest and sob, but I held back, not wanting to hurt him. So I settled for leaning forward and gently wrapping my arms around him. “It's going to be okay, it's over, Inuyasha…They're gone, forever…”

“Kagome…”

The world had to be collapsing around me, crushing my body and all the air out of my lungs as my skull cracked into thousands of tiny shards. That was the only explanation for the pain that shocked my body as that word left Inuyasha's lips. His voice, so broken and hurt, cut into my like a knife, and I had to fight back more tears as he leaned forward and rested his head against my shoulder, wrapping his strong, warm arms around my waist. “It's going to be okay, Inuyasha…I promise…”

But I knew it wasn't. Right then and there, I had a feeling in the pit of my stomach that something bad was going to happen. I just continued to hold onto Inuyasha, the man I'd come to love so much I couldn't stand it.

Yes, I said man. Not monster, not creature, not half-breed or demon, I said man. Because that's what Inuyasha really is in his heart.

With no demons left, and Kagura's corpse lying only 20 feet away from us, split into pieces, I had no expectations of Naraku, rising out of nowhere in his true spider form. A scream left my lips, as I rose to my lips and I jump to my feet. Inuyasha slowly, painfully rose to his beside me. I look over to Miroku and Sango, who had woken up and was on her feet, as a smile rose to my lips. My friends were okay, for now. I take hold of Inuyasha's hand, firmly and lovingly, pulling him in the direction of the others, as I know that's what needs to happen. My thoughts right now need to be pure and clean, after all they had to be for the sake of this entire world. I feel the power of the Shikon Jewel pulsing in my palm as I draw it out of my pocket, staring into the eyes of the beast that was Naraku. I felt hate burst inside of me, hate like I've never felt before. What an evil being to do everything that he has done, but that was going to end, here and now.

I dropped to my knees, as I knew I was supposed to, drawing my hands together with the jewel held between them within the tips of my index fingers. Inuyasha, Sango, Miroku, Shippou and Kirara form a circle around me, joining hands to protect me from the attempts of breaking my concentration coming from Naraku. My eyes closed, but the last thing I saw was Naraku transforming into his human-like appearance, stepping quickly towards the protective circle as a soft chant began to leave my lips, and the jewel began to glow with power. I was calling upon the power of the Shikon No Tama, the Jewel of the Four Souls, to help us in this battle. I knew I had to make my wish now, and end it.

The words were about to leave my mouth as I heard a piercing scream ring out, and my eyes flew open. The sight before me almost made me drop the Jewel and run to my love.

Naraku had Inuyasha in the air, holding him up by a strong hand at Inuyasha's pale throat, squeezing so hard Inuyasha's face was turning purplish, as Naraku's other hand beat into every part of Inuyasha's body it could find. My chocolate eyes wide with horror, one of my knees rise to get to my feet, but a voice stops me.

“Kagome, stay down and finish it!” Miroku's voice commanded me. “He will be fine if you finish it!”

My eyes fly from Miroku, to Inuyasha. My decision is made as my eyes close and I kneel once again, tears falling from my eyes for the sake of my love, and I begin to softly chant.

I hear a sickening crack and Inuyasha's pained yell, and that's the end for me as I scream out. “I wish for Naraku to be dead, perished, and forever gone from this world!”

My eyes fly open right in time to look into Naraku's surprised ones as he drops Inuyasha, looking directly at me, as that's all he could do as a strange sort of bubbles began to rise under his skin.

“Burn in hell, you bastard.” The words were spit from my mouth with such hate you would think it was Naraku himself in my mouth, and I had to get him out. Normally I would have been ashamed at my words, but I feel justified. Naraku deserved them, and more.

Naraku had time to allow one last, painful scream then he suddenly exploded, then the remains of his body vanished as if they weren't even there.

I'll keep a part of you with me
And everywhere I am
There you'll be

I don't even sit around while this happened, running to Inuyasha and collapsing beside him.

“Inuyasha, Inuyasha! Inuyasha, get up! Look at me!”

A wounded moan escapes his bloody lips as he looks at me. “Kagome…is it over?”

“Yes, Inuyasha, it's over.” The words escape me in a half sob, half laugh, as tears of regret, bitterness, and relief drip from my eyes. “Can you stand?”

“No, Kagome…It hurts to move…”

“Well you have to! I'm taking you back to my Era! They'll fix you! Come on!” I stand, holding out a hand for him. I guess he sees something in my eyes that tell him I'm not about to give up, so he attempts to stand, and is helped by Miroku, who rushes to help. By leaning on me with an arm about my shaking shoulders, the two of us begin to limp towards the well. “We'll get you better, I promise.”

“Kagome…”

“No! Don't talk. Just walk.”

And walk was what we did. Walk, to the well in what felt like forever, and almost tore my heart to shreds at every whimper and hiss of pain that left my hanyou's lips. When we reach the well, we simply fall in together, and when we reach the side that led to my time I help him stand, and out of the well. Together we manage to get to my door, which I kick open and begin to walk straight up the stairs. I see my mother rise to her feet in alarm, my grandfather dropping a pot that was in his hand, and my brother's eyes widening in fear. I know I'm covered in blood, my own and Inuyasha's, but I don't care about them as I continue towards to stairs, managing to get Inuyasha into my room, and on my bed. I had kicked the door closed and it automatically locked, and my eyes fall on him as I weep. “Inuyasha, my hanyou…”

“Kagome…It hurts…” Inuyasha whispers, his eyes closed as he lay on his back on my bed, with me on my knees on the floor beside him.

“I know. I'm going to clean you up.” I reply, reaching under my bed and pulling out my first aid kit. I pull it out, opening it and rising slightly, beginning to undo his haori as well as the cream colored shirt under it. Normally, I would have blushed and shied away from doing this, but not now, not with the hands of death so close to coming down and taking Inuyasha in their cold grasp, taking him from me. I gently slide the garment off him, dropping it to the floor. My eyes want to close in horror, a gasp fights to leave my throat, but I have to be strong, be strong for Inuyasha.

My heartbeat pounds in my chest, and rings in my ears and my eyes take in the sight before me. Inuyasha's chest was cut up, black and blue, bleeding and a few bones almost poked out of the skin. I bite my lip to hold back a sob as I begin to clean off his wounds, and he doesn't so much as wince.

“Kagome…?”

“Yes, Inuyasha?” The tears were clear in my voice, and I knew he heard but he just went on in a voice so quiet and weak that I felt my heart clench.

“Talk to me, I don't care about what. Please, just, talk…”

More tears rose. He wanted me to talk to him, my voice calmed him. I do him one better, and begin to sing softly to him. I don't know what I'm singing, random songs from the radio, holiday songs, it doesn't matter because he doesn't know them, and right now neither do I. But I keep singing, for him.

When I finish cleaning his chest, which I didn't bother to bandage, it wouldn't help; I reach down to his pants with shaking hands and begin to pull them down. He simply lays there, his eyes still closed, but now he bit his lip, as if afraid of something. My lip begins to tremble. Not from that fact that he was wounded, more wounds were on his upper body, he only had a few slashes on his lower body. But from the fact that Inuyasha now laid before me, naked and completely exposed. And he was afraid. Afraid of what, I don't know. But I hate the fact that he is, so I begin to sing a different song, one more soothing, and I feel him relax.

Not even the faintest blush rose on my cheeks as I worked to clean his wounds, though his most private area was clear in front of me. Yet more tears rose in my eyes, slipping out and falling onto the flesh of his leg as I labor.

Well you showed me how it feels to feel the sky within my reach
And I always will remember all the strength you gave to me

Your love made me make it through
Oh, I owe so much to you
You were right there for me

As I work, I think about all the times I'd punished myself for thinking of seeing Inuyasha naked, being naked with him, and doing things no girl my age should be thinking of doing. I had never imagined that the time I would get to see him completely would be like this, with him half dead and scared on my bed.

When I finish, I look him over. Here lay the man I love more than anything, broken and bruised on my bed, his ribs cracked and his body bleeding. And as I look, I knew my efforts were in vain. Inuyasha was going to die, and there was nothing I could do about it.

My hand, which was on his thigh, softly massages the flesh there, sliding up to go to his defined stomach muscles, but accidentally brushes against his manhood, which had been lying limp, until the unintentional contact touched it, then it unwillingly rose, erect, as a soft gasp left Inuyasha and my eyes moved to his face. His eyes scrunched and his hands clenched my covers.

“Kagome…I…I'm dying…”

“I-I know…” A choked sob leaves me, and I lean forward and press my lips to his

forehead. “I will sit here every moment beside you, my love, I will…”

“Kagome…May I ask…one last thing of you…?” Inuyasha's choked voice registers, and I nod.

“Anything…”

“May I…May I m-make love to you?” His eyes open and stare into mine, a pleading, gentle look in the golden depths.

The words slam my brain like a train gone haywire, and my breath catches in shock. Had he really just said that? Yes, he had. He was dying and wanted to get right to the point. I knew in this moment, that despite all else, Inuyasha loves me, and wants to be as close to me as possible before he passes. I know he loves me, he would not have asked this of me had he not.

I knew I shouldn't. Knew I was now only sixteen years old and should remain pure until marriage. But I love Inuyasha more than I would ever love any other. So I feel no shame or humiliation as the word leaves my mouth.

“Yes.”

A broken sob is racked from his chest, and I climb onto the bed next to him, knowing what we were both about to do. I slowly slip my shirt off, dropping it to the floor, and slide my skirt off my legs. Inuyasha just watches me, tears of love and awe in his golden orbs. I unhook my bra and slide my panties off, as well as my socks and shoes. I was now completely bare to his hungry eyes.

“Kagome…” The sob leaves him as tears begin to slither down his pale cheeks, and the fact that Inuyasha was crying hit me so hard I didn't think to stop him when he shifted so I was on my back and he was atop of me.

“Inuyasha, no, let me…you're hurt…”

A shake of the head was my answer. “No, Kagome. I asked this of you, let me do this…” His eyes stare into mine as his head lowers, finally closing as his blood stained lips pressed against mine.

The kiss was the sweetest thing I'd ever experienced, and I wanted more. My legs wrap about his hips as my mouth opens to his requesting tongue, mingling his with mine in a dance of passion that I hadn't been sure we'd ever experience.

He uses on arm to support himself, wincing slightly but bracing himself, and I prepared myself for what I was about to feel. We had no time for foreplay, and even if we did we wouldn't have bothered. We wanted to be close and connected, locked together so no one could ever tear us apart. His hardened member pushes slowly inside my virgin entrance, and my back instinctively arches and my eyes close, as I bite my lip in pain, refusing to let any sounds of torment escape me.

“I'm sorry…”

His apology hit me like a slap in the face. “No, it's okay…Go head, it's alright, I promise…” I spoke the words I knew he needs to hear, they were the truth anyway.

He simply nods and begins to move, pulling back so he was almost out then thrusting himself all the way back into me, a moan of mixed pain and pleasure leaving him.

I soon got over the pain, and the pleasure began to rise as a gasp leaves me. I realize that he's hurt, yet still forcing himself to do this. I kept my mouth shut, however, and allowed him to continue.

I feel his blood drip onto my body, his bruised flesh against mine, and I'm so happy, so happy I'm weeping. Weeping that he'd share this with me, weeping that he's dying, and weeping that he loves me. All three of those things, as well as the strangled moan leaving Inuyasha, were enough to make a climax build up, and the words I was thinking rushed from my mouth in a pleasured, loving whisper before I could stop them. “Inuyasha, my beautiful hanyou, my love, I love you…”

“Kagome…” And at my words, I feel him spill into me, and I don't even care that I hadn't been protected. All I can see is his body shuddering in pleasure, his eyes, which had looked into mine seconds before, clenched closed and another moan leaves him. I drilled this sight into my memory, the scent of him, the sight of his face, contorted in a mixture of pain, awe, love and ecstasy, and his warm, bare skin against mine, our bodies connected in the deepest, most loving way possible.

At the view of this, my eyes close as well and my back arches, a gasp leaving my as I climax as well, my arms clutching him, never wanting to let him go.

His weight collapses on top of me, and his breathing is heavy. My hand rises to stroke his white hair lovingly, trailing my fingers through the surprisingly silky strands. He places a gentle kiss on my neck, and rolls off me, wincing in pain. He lies on his back on the bed beside me and I roll to my side, bringing him into my arms and resting his head against my bare chest, continuing to stroke his hair. His arms wrap around me, one over my stomach and one beneath me, and I hear him whisper.

“Kagome…Thank you…”

I simply nod, my throat too choked and moist to respond. How do I answer to something like that?

We lay there like that for a while, my heart racing because I know I can lose him at any moment.

But when that moment came, I began to sob and stared into his eyes, cherishing the words he spoke and knowing I'd never forget them.

“I love you too, Kagome…” And with those final words, his body went limp against me, his eyes closing one last, final time, hiding the golden orbs I love so much from me, forever.

An anguished scream leaves my lips and I clutch him to my shaking body, trembling worse than I'd ever trembled before, and my breath coming in gasps. Inuyasha, my beautiful golden hanyou, my heart, my soul, my light, my love, my everything, is gone…

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In my dreams I'll always see you soar above the sky

In my heart there'll always be a place for you for all my life

I'll keep a part of you with me

And everywhere I am there you'll be

Remembering this painful yet wonderful memory, my brown eyes slip closed against the pain, which hadn't even begun to dull over the months. I know it never will, and I know I will never love another like I love Inuyasha. I pull his haori tighter around my. I kept it, of course. After I brought myself to stop crying that day after he left me, I got him dressed against, in all but the haori. And I have his Tetsusaiga in my closet.

I've considered trying to bring him back, but nothing would work, with the exception of the Shikon Jewel. But that was used on Naraku. If only that bastard hadn't of gotten in the way…Damn him.

My mother understood about me and Inuyasha making love in his final moments. Which surprised me, because we hadn't used protection. Hell, I had hoped to be pregnant with his child. But of course, fate was against me again, and it hadn't been at the right time.

Kikyou blamed me. Tracked me down when I went back to the Feudal Era to visit Sango and Miroku, and took out her frustration on me. And I take no remorse in admitting to the fact that I took great pleasure in telling her everything, word by word, and watching the angered and shocked look on her face, as well as the hint of betrayal peeking onto it. I couldn't bring myself to care then, and I can't bring myself to care about anything still. My love is gone, that's all that matters.

And if I can't bring him to me, I will go to him. But more on that later, first I'm going to finish reflecting before I do what I've been thinking about for months.

Sango and Miroku are married now. I was their guest of honor, and honored them real well by breaking down in tears. I broke at the fact that they were getting married, because thoughts of Inuyasha and marriage ran through my mind. Had Inuyasha lived, we could have married. But it was too late.

Shippou is all right, and living with Sango and Miroku. I know they'll take good care of him.

`Cause I always saw in you my light, my strength
And I want to thank you now for all the ways
You were right there for me
You were right there for me
For always

He has haunted my dreams. I can't get a peaceful nights sleep, but then again, when I am awake I await the time I sleep, just so I can see my beautiful hanyou once again. I dream of us, lying together in the grass and watching the stars like we always used to, and of Inuyasha sitting in the trees while the rest of us slept, guarding us. I dream of how he helped me through everything, and had he not been there I would've died long ago, and how he was the reason I survived. And I dream of his love. He loved me in so many ways, and I didn't realize it until after his death. He protected me, helped me, taught me to fight, and most of all, in the last moments when he could have done anything, and he knew I'd do anything to help, even taken him to Kikyou had he asked me to, he requested to make love to me above all else.

And that's the thought that lulls me to sleep at night.

The irony of this situation? Hell, what isn't irony? Everything about the past two years has been irony. But the real irony is that Inuyasha is buried in my yard. In the earth, inside the gates of the thousand year old sacred tree, to be exact. The same tree I released him from, the same tree that started it all. I stand right now, wearing simple jeans and his haori, not caring enough to wear anything else, and I pull my hair into a messy ponytail as I go to visit his grave one last time, knowing what I had to do after it.

When I reach the spot that my love is buried in, I get on my knees and lean my forehead against his tombstone. I loved, and still love, this man with all my heart, and I always will. And for the rest of my life, no matter how short of time that may be, I know that this haori will remain either on my body or within my drawers, and the Tetsusaiga will always linger in my closet, missing it's rightful owner.

The cold stone feels good against my forehead, and I sigh softly, a whisper of my words on the wind. “My love, I will join you soon.” I press my lips against the stone, closing my eyes as a few tears fall. Then I rise and go back into my house, shivering slightly from the cold. I went straight into the bathroom, determined to go through with my plan. I closed and locked the door behind me, going into the bathtub and snatching up the razor I usually use to shave. I begin to take it apart, accidentally cutting the tip of my left pinky and not even wincing as blood swells up.

When I finally have the blade taken apart, so the cool metal of the thin razor blade is resting in my palm, a bitter, unhappy smile rises to my lips as I pick it up between my middle finger and my index finger, placing it vertically directly over the vein of my left wrist.

Right as I was about to slash the tender skin, cut open my veins and let my blood spill out, and the pain with it, I stop. With sudden jolts through my veins as if electricity itself went through it, along with the grief that washed over her mind at seeing it, something stopped me.

Inuyasha's face flashes through my mind.

Inuyasha, laying on my bed, covered in blood, the warm crimson liquid that was life itself to most living creatures. Inuyasha, making love to me and dying in my arms, leaving me cold, howling and covered in his blood.

After he did that for me, to show me that he did love me before he passed, I realize that I can't do this. I can't take my life. Not after everything Inuyasha had done for me. I owe so much to that man, and I'll never be able to repay him.

But I can start by living my life, for him.

He sacrificed so much for me. He was humiliated in front of countless demons that should've respected him, he was mocked for traveling with a human girl, and then Kikyou…Everything he put up with from Kikyou, just for me. All the wounds he had taken to protect me, and with him by my side I could do anything. He was my everything. Everything I did in that Era was for him, and after a while everything I was began to reflect in him, and that makes me so proud. So proud.

I love that man. I always will. But I will live my life, in honor of him. I vow, right now, that I will never marry, date or love another romantically, those feelings from my heart are reserved for the beautiful, strong and courageous hanyou that stole my heart so long ago.

So I go into my room, lying down on the bed Inuyasha had made love to me on. The blood was washed from my body, his taste was gone from my lips, and evidence of his wounds vanished from my bed sheets.

But Inuyasha would live on, in my heart, my mind, and my memory.

And I can only await the day that I join him once more.

In my dreams I'll always see you soar above the sky
In my heart there'll always be a place for you for all my life
I'll keep a part of you with me
And everywhere I am
There you'll be

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The End

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Well...There it is. What do you think? I stayed up all night writing it. I wrote the whole thing first, then went back and placed the lyrics in. Personally, I think this is probably the best thing I have written so far, that's being posted anytime soon anyways. Reviews are greatly appreciated, and even flames are as well. Tell me if you cried or not, cuz that's what I was aiming for. And if not, it's all good, I still think I set a decently sad mood.

And it killed me to kill off Inuyasha, but you know, that was the point of this story. It's a one-shot, so yeah. By the way, for those of you who don't know, the haori is his fire rat skin jacket. Anyways, thank for your time, it's appreciated.

Until next time.

-XxXInukuraXxX/DicexXxHanyou