Shooting Star
Fire.
The great dog demon was doomed.
So be it.
Dying was strange. He could smell his own flesh burning, but after a few seconds, he felt no more pain.
The Inu no Taisho wasn't one to ponder during a combat. He prided himself on being completely present in battle, body and soul. The General, the legend, had no regrets.
Toga had. His life didn't pass before his eyes like people said it would, he didn't think of his friends, he didn't wish he had done anything different… except for one thing.
He wished he'd seen his son's face.
All he knew was his name, and that was all he'd ever know.
Toga never asked for anything; he always took what he wanted. This time, as his white hair turned black and his strong muscles became dust, he prayed for the gods to grant him this small wish: his second son's face.
The demon didn't know if he deserved mercy from heaven, but he thought his life had been decent enough to earn him a glimpse of Inuyasha.
And it had.
The gods showed him not only his son's face (so like his own), but also his life flame. It would begin frail and almost go out at times. It would burn low for years in a dormant state, until something would happen…
Then, it'd explode in a spark of color.
His son's flame would burn like a shooting star, blinding his enemies and guiding his friends. Like a true leader.
It was so hot, so bright, so alive. So worthy.
Just like a shooting star, it would also be brief.
It was enough, though. He was enough. I'm glad to leave for you to stay.
In the dying embers of a mortal fire, an immortal flame went out—without regrets.