He could feel it. The unbearable, excruciating pain.
The pain that always came before he opened the Kazaana. Soon now, the harsh winds would start to blow, the fatal whistles it sang as it destroyed everything in it's path.
Only this time, no wind came.
No whistles.
Nothing.
"You thought it would be that easy, didn't you, Houshi?"
He sucked in a breath.
"Naraku," He hissed. Shock flew through him, lessening the pain. He could hiss? Since when?
"Now," The hanyou spoke. "This isn't a dream...houshi."
A wave of cold washed over him.
Suffocating him.
"This has to be," Miroku steeled his voice. His grip on his staff strengthened.
Naraku stepped out of the shadows, a smirk etched across his face. He was carrying a large, dark bundle in his arms. Long, black hair fell out of an opening in the dark cloth, falling daintily over Naraku's kimono. A pale hand grasped the fabric and lifted it off the bundle.
It was what he saw under the cloth that made him drop his staff in shock. And fear.
The once bright blue eyes were now dull and lifeless. Her face was pale and cold, not the vibrant, healthy coclors he knew. Dried blood stained her clothes everywhere. A large gash went across her neck and stopped at the opposite shoulder, just above her heart.
"Kagome," Her name came out breathless as he reached for her. The evil lord intervened "No..."
Hot tears fell down his cheeks and his hands clenched, knuckles turning white.
A light whistling could be heard, steadily growing louder and louder. Wind whipped around him, stronger by the second. A wildness reached Naraku's eyes like none that he had seen before. Just as the half demon jumped away, he thrust the dead body at him. His eyes widened as Kagome rushed towards him, his winds quickly easing her towards him. He tried to close his Kazaana, only to realize something horrible.
His kazaana was already closed.
Miroku sat straight up. His breath came in steady heaves as he ried to regain some conrtol over it. A small breeze flitted past him making him stiffen. When it was gone, he relaxed. Miroku looked around for his companions.
With a sigh of relief, he spotted InuYasha sleeping in a tree and Sango and Shippo on the ground a few trees away.
There was only one problem.
They weren't breathing.
Miroku scrambled over to Sango. He checked her pulse only to find that there wasn't one. He did the same to Shippo and InuYasha. Same result.
"Oh, no," His whisper cut through the campsite. "Oh, Buddha, no..."
He looked around further and spotted a figure lying next to where he had slept.
"Please let her be alive," Miroku spoke over and over again, like a mantra as he made his way over to the unmoving bundle. He knelt down next to the figure.
With a skay hand, he gently lifted the cover off the person. He quickly drew away. There lay Kagome, the same exact gash over her neck and chest as he had seen in her dream. Miroku lifted his hands to his face.
And, for the first time in years, he cried.
"I told you it wasn't a dream."
Fin