The Plastic Rose
I once started this story almost two years ago, and then I quit this story. Now that I have grown both in maturity (though not by much) as well as in my abilities as a writer I though I would rewrite the story that I once called Promise me that Someday we will meet again…Promise me. Realized, the story sucked, my English was worse then, and the title was obnoxiously long. So here I am redoing everything. Hope you all enjoy.
Prologue - The Promise
Harsh sunlight shone over the meadow turned battle field, shimmering in the pools of crimson blood, as well as creating a haze of heat around the people fiercely battling below. Crows and buzzards circled above screaming their delight at the feast that lay below, the many corpses of both humans and demons lay scattered carelessly. A harsh wind blew around the few remaining survivors.
"Naraku," Kagome's voice rang out clearly through the field, filled with rage and determination, said dark han'you turned from InuYasha to face the petite miko. An arrow whistled through the hazy air, forming its familiar pink glow as it easily ripped through Naraku's deep purple barrier and expelled itself through the dark man's abdomen.
"End of the line bastard," InuYasha roared, as his sword glowing with a black power, the Meidou Zangetsuha, a powerful technique he'd acquired was activated, and slowly gaining its full power. Blood dripped down from numerous wounds, staining his silver hair crimson. He waited a few moments to realize the attack, waiting for his friends to knock Naraku into exactly the right position.
"This is for the family I've lost and the friend's I've gained whom you've harmed," Miroku let his own voice be heard, fury and anguish audible in his voice. The monk focused the last of his own spiritual energy into his sacred o-fuda's flinging them with the last inklings of his strength. The spell scrolls sealed themselves to Naraku's skin, burning with blue flames, causing the dark man to reel back in surprise and pain. "In the name of Budda, I banish thee, demon begone!"
Kilala yowled her distress and anger towards the dark creature, as Sango and herself flew in and Sango released her Hiraikotsu towards Naraku, "This is the final battle Naraku, for my people, my family, my friends and for my brother!"
Naraku's scream of anguish, and pain from the prior attacks was abruptly silenced due to shock as Sango's mighty bone weapon ripped through his body, leaving him falling back through the air, dark eyes opened wide in surprise. Her strike sent his body reeling into place, InuYasha released his technique, using the Meidou, the path to hell. Naraku's eyes widened as he began his descent into hell, letting out a final yell, this one was of anger more than pain. Releasing a final strike, he tumbled down into the fiery depths of hell.
The final strike was a mixture of his signature moves, the Shōki, poison miasma as well as his beam attacks. From there everything was a blur, the acid poison struck and caused instant death to the newly freed Kohaku whom had been laying prone bleeding from a head wound, a scream of anguish and sorrow was heard from Sango as she and Kilala ran forward to protect the remainder of their family.
Miroku's warning shout as he too ran to protect what he held most valuable. The beams of pure energy caught Sango and Kilala straight on, Kilala yowling as she fell, death was instantaneous for the ancient fire neko. The feeling of her body being shoved out of the way, caused the blur to resume normal speed, the pain of her body striking the ground was jarring, and blood spilt across the already blood stained ground. Miroku fell next to Sango, taking the rest of the energy beams for the one he loved.
"Hōshi-Sama!" Sango's voice rang out shrilly, as her brown eyes widened at the site of the wounded man lying next to her. Using her little remaining strength the young taijiya pulled herself up, and leaned over Miroku's prone body. Coughing, blood staining his mouth and turning his purple robes a horrid color, the monk still managed to give her a smile, "Don't call me that Sango, let me hear you say my name. My given name at least once before the darkness claims me."
Eyes watering it was all Sango could do to blink back the hot tears, "Hō-…Miroku, don't leave me. Please, don't go!" As she spoke she realized pain was sparking through out her own body, glancing down she realized blood was seeping though her black uniform, the warm sticky dripping down and further staining Miroku's robes. Her own limited strength wavered as she collapsed upon the injured monk, holding him as his arms wrapped around her frail body. He could feel the tears she was holding back in her shaking body.
"Don't look so sad, love. Death is merely a new beginning, we will meet again some day," Miroku spoke gently and in a soft soothing tone, aimed towards the girl who was now sobbing in his arms. Sango looked up from where she'd had her head buried in his chest, "Do you promise Miroku? Promise me, that someday we will meet again."
Miroku nodded gently, "I promise, Kami-sama would never let two souls who were destined to be never find the happiness they deserve. If not in this life time, then the next or the next. I will find you again, my beloved. Aishiteru, my Sango."
Miroku coughed a final time, blood bubbling up from his lips; Sango cleaned it away, tears still streaming down her face, "I love you too, you damned monk! I love you, Miroku." Bending down she brought Miroku up into a final soul searing kiss. Eyes clouding over, and tears falling once more as he gave her a final smile before the sparkle in his beautiful blue eyes faded. Letting out a gasp, Sango turned her head towards Kagome, who was watching them, an unconscious InuYasha in her arms. Shippo was perched on her shoulder, shivering his face in his hands, tears dripping of his small face.
"Kagome… Kagome, promise me something… don't worry about Miroku and myself. He has promised me we will meet again, and I believe him. You and InuYasha, find the happiness we could not in this lifetime. Live long and well. And Shippo… grow strong little one. We loved you all very much, I wish you all happiness," Sango managed to speak her final words, expression weary and battle worn. Kagome nodded, tears falling from her honey brown eyes. Shippo burst in to tears anew, nodding his head frantically as he cried.
"Thank you all for your friendship, and tell InuYasha, when he awakens, tell him it was an honor fighting by his side, Good Luck to you all," Sango spoke her voice growing soft, as she fainted dead away, collapsing upon Miroku's already soulless body.
Kagome stood, and surveyed the field around her; Kaede's elderly body lay broken next to what remained of what was once Kikyo. Sesshoumaru and his group had of course survived and probably left the moment Naraku had disappeared. Kouga, Ginta, Hakkaku and even the peaceful Ayame, lay in their own blood along side most of their pack. Next to Kouga lay Kagura, Kouga's sword piercing her regained heart. Kanna lay, covered in red, looking less like an apparition and more like a child. Even Hachi lay dead, eyes closed eternally. Kagome struggled to gain control over her emotions, as she knelt down and held InuYasha to her, awaiting his awakening.
Once he woke up, she would bandage his wounds and the three of them would begin to bury all those who'd died fighting for the same thing they'd been fighting for. It was the very least they could do, especially for their friends. Losing control once more, Kagome broke down and cried along side with Shippo, barely noticing when InuYasha gained consciousness and embraced her. Sensing that his friends no longer bore the scent of the living, he didn't cry though. One of them had to be strong; when they buried the dead the three of them would go to Kagome's world. Nothing was really left for them here in this world, the world of demons. From what InuYasha had seen of her world, humans would be fine with out their exterminating. Embracing the woman he loved, he allowed her as well as the kit he thought of as a son, to release the emotions they'd bottled up inside.
A/N: Well, the prologue has been completely redone and now that I look at it, I realize how absolutely sappy and romantic it was. Well tell me whatcha think, but I feel obligated to warn you now, straight out criticism, with not even a bit of constructive criticism mixed in simply pisses me off. If you have to complain, at least be constructive. However good reviews encourage me to post longer chapters sooner.