InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Yumi Kokoro ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

ÿþ Kagome waltzed through the ancient forest. Everything was fine. Naraku was dead, and they

only had a few more Shikon no Kakera to find, and the Shikon no Tama would be completed.

The ethereal music of the hoshi compelled her to dance, and she did. Spinning around, she

leaped and twirled and twined and twisted her way through the deep forest of the Sengoku Jidai.

Her next leap ended with a dull splat sound, and when her bare foot pulled away, it dripped

warm red. There was so much, even she, with her weak human nose, could smell the distinct

metallic, salty tang of blood. Judging by the temperature of that on her feet, it was fresh. Very

fresh. As in still bleeding but killed fresh.

The fresh blood was a trail. She followed the gruesome akai path to a bigger clearing in the

trees. There she saw the most horrifying sight one could ever hope to never lay eyes on. She saw

everything in flashes.

A mass puddle of blood.

A rusty sword not far from the trail.

Long brown hair, matted in red, and heavy with liquid.

A purple and black male kimono, with dark patches.

A child s tiny arm flung out, a leaf still slightly clutched in the hand.

Large red eyes, closing for the last time.

And the sight that angered and saddened her the most was a man. A living man, with

madness in his eyes, and laughter in his face, and warm blood dripping from his bare hands. A

discarded baboon pelt was in the lower branches of an elm tree, where blood was seeping into the

ground near the roots. The tree seemed to recoil, as if knowing this was the blood of the innocent,

taken unfairly and not fit to drink.

She stared at those blood-covered hands, and studied the nails. The nails stained red, the

hands bearing them eager to stain them redder. She looked from those hands to the puddle, and

back to the hands. Then she looked at the bodies. She felt nothing, she was so numbed by the

pain of it. Then emotions started to come through, and with them came names.

Sango.

Miroku.

Shippo.

Kilala.

Inuyasha.

The last one hurt her the most of all. She screamed. Everything came in flashes once again,

but this time, flashes from slow motion.

A miko in red-and-white robes stepping out from behind the man with bloody hands.

An arrow nocked to the bow.

A shallow cut on her cheek.

An arrow on the miko s bow, flying towards her heart.

A figure dripping red and pinkish silver taking it for her.

The next thing she knew, she was beside Inuyasha, crying her heart out. He was slowly being

purified, black superseding the silver, violet dominating the gold. He was slipping away, fast, and

she knew it.

As the eyes were closing, still speckled with a few gold flecks, she whispered a soft,

heartfelt word.

Aishiteru.

It was the last thing he heard in this world. And as the now-completely violet eyes closed,

she screamed. A scream of pain, of suffering, of anger that needed an output. And something

beeping screamed back.

Hoshi-stars

akai- red

Aishiteru-I love you