I cannot guarantee that it's a super-duper style because it's translated, but I think I did no bad job!

Disclaimer: Sigh. No. Not again!

Moon night

Kagome... again, he had to think about her. Every day, every night. There was no escaping from it. Her sweet smell, her laughter, her voice, her movements... all of that was still hanging in the air.

"Don't forget me... Inu Yasha...", on and on, her last sentence played itself in his head. No, Kagome, I'll not forget you. Never.

Her sweet smell, her laughter, her voice, her movements... never again.

He would never see her again. Never smell her again.

Kagome was dead.

Naraku, you bastard...

But he had been punished, rightly. That much Inu Yasha hoped. Dead he was, yes, Inu Yasha himself had killed him. He was said so.

As he had seen the dead Kagome laying in his arms, then... he didn't know what happened then. Red. that was all, he saw. Red. Dark red. Like blood.

She had looked as if she was sleeping. Just her skin had betrayed her. White. Lifeless. Although she had had so much of it in her.

She was the first one who made him smile. The first one, who made him cry.

Oh, Kagome... He didn't know how many times he had cursed himself in the last few days. His stupid pride. His stupid, arrogant pride. That was everything what had always held him from saying it. And now it was too late. Too late.

But... no!... it's not too late to come to her... He looked upon his wrists. Blue veins shone through the thin skin there. If I...

Without her he couldn't live anyway... it was impossible...

He took Tessaiga and placed the rusty blade on his left wrist.

Blood dropped along Tessaigas edge.

He couldn't go back. Now or never. Wait just a bit, Kagome, soon I'm with you...

And he cut. Left, Right. It didn't hurt, nothing did, since he had lost her, except of his heart. Blood quelled faster out of his wrists, colouring his fire rat kimono even darker.

The cool night air blew his hair around slightly, the moon light shone on the silvery strands.

It was so silent... He breathed in deeply. He didn't notice that it had gotten more difficult to breathe.

He closed his eyes. He could smell her again. Her sweet smell. Spring. sakura blossoms. Vanilla.

„You stooping one... what did you do now... look at you, everywhere is blood.", he could hear her say softly.

He felt her arms around his neck and embraced her back. The blood was gone. "Kagome..."

"I was afraid... I thought you would never come.". She smiled. He smiled back.

She took his hand. "Come, Inu Yasha, we go. Together."

He nodded and followed her, into the white light.

I think, if you, like me, don't believe in God, than you have to believe in some higher might. In this case it's love. And, if you are honest, what's closer to you? God or love?