Her: Snow, Rain and Blood
The clouds were looming overhead with, grey and heavy.
Inuyasha glanced up and sighed as a solitary droplet of water splashed onto his nose.
A memory from so long ago flashed past his eyes.
Rain…
It was raining…the first time he saw her.
Rain, the symbol of cold loneliness
Rain, that could also mean something the complete opposite of that…
These clouds…Inuyasha narrowed his eyes. I sense something foreboding…
It started to snow, the hanyou shivering as he walked closer to the aura.
Snow…
The first time he found out that he wanted to protect her.
He had saved her life. She had saved his.
This snow…Inuyasha thought grimly. Does not feel pure…
Not pure, like her.
Snow that can freeze and end lives
Snow that could also be a paradise for lonely souls
A nasty cackle and a sudden piercing near his heart. It hurt. But all of the pain was numbed out by the memories…
An arrow.
Imbedded in the exact same place. An open wound that would have never healed, even if there was another, he would never love them as much as he did to her.
A foul smell spread around the area. Inuyasha tensed, waiting for a shout and a purifying arrow. He was waiting for the sudden pull of the wind. He was waiting for a boomerang, slicing through.
He wished that they didn't have to go.
Miasma.
Inuyasha gagged softly. Another memory flashed
A white cloth, waving softly in the wind above a deep purple river of poison. A figure, pure white. Like the snow.
A lonely look. Like the rain.
Clutching his ribs, Inuyasha fell to the ground, hacking. Already, he was feeling the pain of everything. Everything that had happened. Blood pouring from the wounds, he glanced at his hands.
Blood.
The smell of blood when she fired the arrow. A trail of crimson behind her, like a shadow. A deep wound in the shoulder.
But it didn't look as if she felt pain. Only anger. Pure hatred for the man who had inflicted the deadly injury that would soon kill her.
But even as she let fly the arrow, there was also sadness, mixed with anger and betrayal. The cut on her shoulder hurt. But the wound in her heart hurt her as a thousand knives couldn't.
As Inuyasha collapsed to the ground, he remembered her soft touch, her kind voice.
And he finally realised that he wasn't alone.
She was always there. Wherever they were, her scent mingling with that of his friends.
And he knew that she would be waiting for him, wherever he was, wherever he goes.
He let a soft sigh escape his lips, and as his eyes closed, he could see a solitary figure, hands outstretched. Her lips mouthed the words.
"I'm here for you…"
Inuyasha let the poison circulate, not even trying to fight them off. He didn't have any reason to live anymore. Nothing mattered now. The only thing to do now was to meet her.
In heaven, or in hell. He didn't care, as long as they were together…
"Kikyo…" he breathed his last breath.
Naraku had won.
But in his heart, he knew that he was the one that had truly won the fight…
End