These are my thoughts,my feelings,the truth of lies.My friends,as you call yourselves,I wish you,I beg you,read this and know.Know that what you did,what you have done,is worse than words can say.Know that all the lies,the shallow masks,did what you meant it to.Know that you killed me.
Kikyou clutched a hand to her chest. In front of her,the battle raged,with both Inuyasha and Naraku close to death.Inuyasha's shirt is in tatters,a gargantuan gouge running down his muscular chest.
Kagome,caught in Mouryomaru's diamond tentacles,struggles towards a single arrow,a bow clutched in her hand.Despite severe injuries she remains concious,her breathing erratic.Her clothes are shredded around her, with just enough left to keep her decent.
Miroku and Sango are barely alive, and ready to die, clutching each other like nothing else matters.To them, nothing else does anymore.
Shippo was thrown heavily early on in the fight, and Kirara is standing over him, and protects him with the last of her strength.Tenseiga lies near them, broken into a thousand hopeless pieces.
Kohaku and Rin died together mere minutes ago, with Rin's last words to him,blood dripping from the fatal wound to her side:"Kohaku will...protect Rin?"And Kohaku's last words to her, as the fragment was ripped from his back:"Kohaku will."And they both smiled at the end,holding the other close,knowing their second chance was up.
Sesshoumaru lay slumped against a battered tree trunk.Whether he was alive remained to be seen.For him,maybe,death was a better alternative to life without the two people he once cared about.Both had been subjected to Naraku's wrath.Both had perished.Maybe,where he went,he could drop the expressionless mask and hold Kagura till the end of time.And beyond.