This was written for the ever delightful Forthright's Second Annual Halloween Drabble Challenge. Kouga does not belong to me, mores the pity, he belongs to Rumiko alone.
It seemed that no matter how fast he ran, they could outrun him. It was true that he no longer had the shards of the Sacred Jewel in his legs but considering the speed in which he could still move he now wondered if he had ever truly needed them at all. With that thought had come the revelation that perhaps indeed the Shards had held him back. Now that he was healed and concentrating on the salvation of the Yourouzoku instead of the hunt for the demon Naraku part of his time was spent testing his own limits to prove this yea or nay.
Unfortunately that testing had led to many nights such as this one, the proud wolf prince standing alone on a windswept cliff with his blue eyes wide, so very wide to better see all of them as they circled him with the wind. Their eyes of course were the worst, accusatory and filled with remorse at being what they were. He could see the torment they were in and he knew it was because they were dead and their murder had not been properly avenged. When will you fulfill your vows, Kouga? When will you spill the blood of him that made us this way?
Had he thought that their eyes were the worst? He was wrong. Their touch was infinitely colder and chilled him to his heart. He had failed them in life and now they were here to remind him that he was failing them in death as well. How could he save those that were left alive when there was such proof before him that he could not even save the dead? It was a question that Kouga had no answer to, and perhaps would never have an answer to until he joined their ranks himself. In the meantime, they were waiting and perhaps that was truly the worst of all.
Theme: Haunting
Word Count: 319