Title: Everything Will be Alright
Author: Anney
Fandom: InuYasha
Disclamer: Not mine, yada
Pairing: N/A
Warnings: Death
A/N: Everything Will Be Alright by the Killers is the basis of this. Very good song.
Summary: You know it doesn't really matter because in the end everything will be alright.
Everything Will Be Alright
You know it doesn't really matter because in the end everything will be alright. She whispers words that are meant to soothe, meant to heal but all he knows is pain and death. The sky is a mixture of colors that flow through clouds for as far as the eye can see. The sword in his hand is slick with sweat, maybe blood, maybe it's fear that holds his breath in a tight fist of unmoving horror.
It's all bodies, mud covered death across the field. He's the only one standing, she's a crumpled pile of almost dead at his feet. Even with the rain all he can smell is her blood, tears, fear of the dark that is sneaking into her eyes. It's all going to be alright, though. She says it over and over in an unending cycle with uneven breath. He just wants her to shut up, he hates to be lied to.
He can see where the others have fallen, spread across the meadow they had hoped to find victory in. Youth, strength, and silence three points of the cross he bears. He loved her before, but it's so much more now that she's the only one left out of the two. Now that's she's letting herself go into the unknown without him it seems like she's always been the one he loved the most. Women are always leaving him, he thinks, no matter how much he makes wishes to the contrary, so in a moment of pure clarity he realizes that this is probably the only way it could have ended.
Really what else could he had thought was going to happen. This is the period of war, not happy endings. He never thought to be the last though. His hair is mixture of the natural white from his father and the pink of soaked in blood, not his own blood which makes him so angry. It's all her blood, her smell, her death that he sees when he looks down.
It's not alright, not in the least bit alright. Every one is dead or dying and all he can do is look down into eyes that are fading away into cold nothing. He loves her now that she's red flakes on white, it must be the demon in him that wants to lick her clean. The ground is slippery mud with precarious balance so instead of kneeling like he does normally he just gives in and settles on his knees.
It's cold and his knees sink down even further. Any clothes but these, he thinks, and this would be a stain that could never be taken out. He's not sure what he should feel as he reaches down to give some kind of comfort to this girl that is more than he had given her credit for being. She's not everything, she's not alright but the sun is coming up on a new day so maybe it'll be okay in the end.
Only not because it's cold on the ground, the air hurts to breath in, she's in pain and the white of her shirt is red from deep wounds that can't be healed in time. She's slow coming death in all it's beauty. All he can do is lean down to her ear and tell her one thing.
"Every thing will be alright, I'll come to find you and I won't forget you. Hush now. Everything will be alright, you'll see. Just sleep now."
She slips away into a place beyond his reach and he screams out his victory, his loss, to the world around him, blood splattered and in mourning.