An: hey guys! Shima here with another story. I really want to work on my writing skills, so i figured i'd be as descriptive as i can, I'm really proud of this chapter, it came out just the way i had it in my head. I hope i don't disappoint!

-I'm sorry i keep writing angsty things, but someone has to! This story is my baby, i've been apart of the shess/kag pairing since i first started watching Inu. on AS so long ago. Please feel free to review and add in your suggestions as to what happened on the cliff top!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of Inuyasha's characters, I only own whomever i create.

Blue hued eyes fluttered open at the feel of warm liquid beneath her. Her vision was blurred and frayed as she tried to focus. Slowly things came into view, up at the far top she could see a cliff and a few heads poking from atop. Hazy vision shifted to the bright white clouds. She faintly heard calling, screaming? she couldn't make out the difference. She tried to swallow but searing pain halted her actions instead, she felt that same warmth sliding down the corner of her lips. It hurt to breathe, hurt to attempt any movement at all. There was so much pain it was numbing.

The Raven haired girl came to the conclusion quite quickly, as her paled eyes followed the streak of red orange that leapt from the cliff top. She had fallen, fallen off the massive cliff, her body crashing against the rocks, tumbling down, and finally smashing against the ground. A pained, choked sob fell from her trembling cracked lips. Everything was broken, every part of her screeched in agony. Her back, ribs, ankles, wrists..all of it useless. Was she doomed for a lifetime of bedridden depression? Or would the doctors not even bother with trying to treat her, and simply put her down.

Her musings were cut short by another gag. Was that her? It was. She was choking on her own salty blood as it filled her mouth, cutting off her last precious breaths. A Shadow filled her vision, and golden eyes peered into hers. Inuyasha? no, those eyes weren't his. Theses eyes were condemning , sneering. Those eyes belonged to..

'Sesshomaru '

How is it that he can be so calm and collected standing over her while she bled to death. It was kind of funny, how he must pity the little human miko that traveled and befriended youkai. Another gag fled from her trembling lips as her chest heaved to catch final breaths. She saw the shadow suddenly leave, followed shortly after by searing pain in her neck. Suddenly as soon as it was there it was gone, she could breath, and she felt herself pushing out the salty liquid from her mouth. the warmth trickling down her chin. He had propped her head up with a rock, enough so that should wouldn't choke to death on her own blood.

Even so, she still couldn't speak. Sesshomaru was before her again, only closer. He was kneeling beside her, one hand on Tenseiga. He was planning on saving her? His hand slipped from the hilt of the sword. She was probably too far gone to be saved. She could feel the smile that tugged on her lips. How considerate of him.

Faint calling filled her ears, and when she looked again he was gone. The next thing she saw was the frightened looks of her comrades hovering over her. She heard Sango's sobs as the demon slayer crashed to the ground beside her weeping her name into her palms. Miroku stood in shock as he analyzed the damage. Shippo..poor shippo, he was a mess crying into her side. It hurt but the most she could do was smile softly.

'I'm sorry guys, I messed up again '

She pleaded with her eyes. It was the least she could do to ease them. Or so she thought. She knew they couldn't hear her, her last words would go un heard as she left this world. How depressing is that. In her last ditch effort to move her broken body, she managed to place her hand atop Shippo's head. The tiny fox wept harder. Blue eyes settled on Miroku, then Sango with an apologetic glimpse. The pain in her chest made her wince, but she knew why. She could feel her heart beat slowing, time seemed to stop then, as white began to fill her vision. The last thing she saw before her sight faded, was the pair of golden hued eyes in the tree above, looking down at her, their depths held..sadness something she didn't expect.

She didn't know when her breathing stopped, it was oddly quiet as the miko finally was able to look at her own battered body. She was standing right beside her body. Sango and Shippo's hysteria, Miroku's silent tears. Her heart ached, not from pain, but from the overwhelming sadness that filled her empty form. She kept thinking back to what happened before she fell from that cliff, but she couldn't remember. She couldn't recall anything but the feeling of falling, then finally that un easy crash to the ground. She held herself as the allowed the tears to flow. Sobs racked her form as she dropped to her knees. It was the end. It really was.

There was a strange feeling that overcame her. It felt..as if she was being watched. Almost as if in slow motion she looked back up into the tree. Shock over came the miko as the same pair of golden eyes focused on her.

"You..can see me" She took a few slow steps towards the tree. Settling her palm against the bark, she frowned when her hand disappeared into it. So that's how it was. She was a wayward soul, only seen by the one demon whom she thought was a cruel, heartless bastard. Is this the fate she was doomed to suffer for eternity?

The shuffling of the branches caught her attention, Sesshomaru gracefully leapt from the branch to the forest floor, her friends too occupied to notice. Just as quietly as he came, the demon began to walk off. She bit her lip, weighing her decision. Glancing back to her friends all she could do was smile.

"I guess I can close this chapter in my life..." She took a step towards the forest, sending one last longing look to her comrades.

"And start a brand new one" She captured a breath, took a few steps, then disappeared into the forest, following behind the demon that she knew would end up being her salvation.