InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Together in Tokyo ❯ Casualties ( Chapter 5 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

In his youth he had killed for the mere sport of it. Now, he was tired of the blood, the suffering, the deaths. Every time his blade claimed another demon, he felt one step closer to his own demise. The battle was over and for much of his army, so was the war. He had never seen so many lives claimed in a single battle. He himself had suffered many wounds, but he was the only man left standing on the battlefield.He walked through the clusters of corpses, looking for his best soldiers. He hoped that he would find them still standing, but it was not to be.His two friends lay side by side. It seemed that only the elder of the two, his second in command, was breathing.He dragged his second in command a short distance and propped him up against the trunk of a tree. A swift smack to the face made his eyes spring open. His soldier looked at him for a moment before lashing out and clutching the white silk of his sleeve.“Listen to me ya bastard,” his soldier wheezed. “You better not fucking die like me, okay? You got a job to do for me.” Sesshoumaru raised an eyebrow for him to continue. He did, slowly. “You gotta live until Edo grows into Tokyo, then you’re gonna find Kagome, got it?”“The miko?”“Yeah,” he growled. “You’re gonna protect her, and you’re gonna let her know what happened to all of us.”“Why should she be any concern of mine?““’Cause she’s my concern, and I’m your fuckin’ second in command. You owe me this before I die. Before we die. Where’s the kid?” “He’s dead,” Sesshoumaru said.“Aww fuck,” he moaned and toppled over onto his side. “So, you promise?”“Yes,” Sesshoumaru said reluctantly. “Good,” he said and sighed. His claws probed the gaping hole in his middle. “What a way to go.”Sesshoumaru sat down at his soldier’s side. He watched light leave his eyes, listened to the steady slowing of his heart. He was dead before sunset. It was a shame that through battle they had come to respect each other, and through the same conflict one of their lives was lost. Even the boy’s death left Sesshoumaru feeling strangely hollow. It would not be easy to relive this bleak moment, neither for him, nor for the miko.