"My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I..
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window..
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'll all be gray,
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad,
It's not so b---"
She chucked the set of earphones into the wall, the last traces on the word 'Sony' crumbling under impact, as another wave of tears hit her hard. Making sounds in-human, Kagome, the miko that had put up with the stubborn hanyou every day, faced dangers that some people from her time never even though about, stood proud and tall in-front of Naraku, now sat on the dirt ground of the hut, the painful memory flowing through her mind.
Consuming her, tearing at her insides.
'How could he do this to me?' She thought to herself, making a face at no one, a face of self-disgust.
Darkness was consuming the night sky, but she bothered not to light the room. She would just see the pain that she had put onto the wall in her misery, the scraping, the gashes from digging her nails into the wood wall, blood. All of her pain was taken out on the walls, and she didn't want to see it- ever again.
'He said he'd never leave me, always be there to protect me. . . How could he just be. . . gone?' It was too hard for her to think of. She tried to forget the memory, but couldn't.
No matter what she did, it didn't go away. The memories that left invisible scars.
She didn't notice when Kaede walked into the hut, nor when the old woman put her hand to the crestfallen woman's forehead, eyes too dilated to see. The old woman walked out the hut, and returned shortly after, with something hidden within the depths of her worn, tired, elderly arms.
After the woman left the room once more, not after sending the girl a mournful look, the young miko bravely looked up to see what the woman had dropped off. When she looked up, she made a harsh sound, a mix between a sob and a gasp. She wobbly got up, knees wishing for her to sit back down. Slowly, she pulled her hand down until it met the fabric of Inuyasha's battered fire-rate haori. It sent another wash of tears streaming down her face. The feel of the fabric sent the memories into the front of her mind, clearer than ever.
Naraku, who had transformed into a disgusting spider-looking mutant, was arguing with Inuyasha of who would win, Tetsusiga thrown backwards, and transformed into the smaller sword that took it's place when he turned human, long before, Kagome had taken shelter behind the trees with her injured friends. Unconsciousness threatening to consume her. She would hear part of the conversation every once in a while, but something caught her ears and made her pay much more attention. It was Naraku's voice, ". . . 'ill you, but first, I'll get your hideous wench!" she heard him yell, as she saw the tired, worn, yet determined hanyou be thrown from Naraku towards her. She screamed as the impact of bodies colliding sent a wave of nausea into Kagome's cranium. But, she had managed to squirm her way out from underneath him in mid-air, and landed beside him on the ground, head bleeding slightly from the collision of a rock that was on the ground. She sat up to see what injuries Inuyasha had attained, but he was up before her, usually sturdy feet swaying from aversion, fixed for the attack. Kagome jumped up, body willing her not to, mind willing her to. She saw it before it came, but not in time. An enormous, ablaze ball of cobalt light, lightning coursing around it's edges, was aimed straight for Kagome. But, it was no longer aimed for Kagome, because you cannot aim at something that had another commodity before it. Inuyasha stood in-front of her ready to take it on, full force. Something struck Kagome, as she stood there, behind the boy that she knew for almost three years now. That thing was not an object, for it had no molecules, it was not something that you could touch, but, for Kagome at-least, you could most defiantly feel it. This boy, was really not a boy. He had turned from the boy that she met, pinned to a tree in the middle of a forest, into the man that stood in-front of her at that exact moment. The boy that she had liked from the start, had changed into the man that she loved all along. The scene before her came in slow motion. Inuyasha pulled his sheath, the only shelter he had left, and brought it to the bridge of his nose, both clawed hands clasping it, and jumped, head on, into the sphere of light, exploding it from the inside-out. The blast of light shoved her backwards, as she screamed out his name, into the depths of numb-unconsciousness. Corrected and lengthened. Much better, I think.
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha, only the story of Sunrise, and any new characters not from the series. All original characters are owned by Rumiko Takahashi.