Not All Is Ever Lost
Disclaimer: InuYasha does NOT belong to me! It's the property of Takahashi Rumiko!
At last, it was all over.
After all those time spent searching and fighting, their hard work was finally rewarded.
One by one, little droplets of rain started to fall from the sky, showering the bloody battlefield and its occupants. Although Sango was happy for the others and herself, still, something tore at her heart.
Guilt.
Even though she killed Naraku, along with the others, as a revenge for her father, fellow villagers, and of course, her brother, the guilt of not being able to help Kohaku, once again put the taijiya in pain.
True, her brother was better off in a sleep from which he could never rise, than as a puppet with out its mind. Much like Kikyou, he was awoken against his will. He was only returned to where he belonged. There was nothing wrong in that, apart from the fact that he wouldn't have died in the first place if it hadn't been for Naraku. Kohaku's smile, just before his second death, soothed Sango's messed up emotion. Suddenly, Sango shot up from her sitting position, before collapsing to the ground once again: last moments of her once cheery sibling flashing before her mind.
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A/N. Hello! It's my very first fanfic, so pretty pleeeeese don't flame me! If you could spare the time, a criteria would be really kind of you! Well than, Bye!