Pure Hearted Darkness
Sliver hair flowed out from around soft, furred ears that twitched in annoyance. A hand slipped out from the folds of his shrouded identity, trailing wraith fingers over the shimmering surface.
She was not like the other, not blinded by foolish love. She was stronger, the dead was clay.
A smile both cruel and amused slipped across his lips at the arching agony the others felt at the touch of the barrier. Holy and pure. Yes, that was what she had always been.
"Kagome," her beloved's voice called to the frightened pure heart inside.
"Inu-Yasha?" Her hand clutched the last piece to her breast. She stepped from darkness towards the darkness awaiting her.
Golden eyes blinked and gave a look of relief at her answer.
Two eventualities were in his calculating mind. The pure heart could choose to remain in her barrier and keep him from his desire or believe the hope he presented to her. Either way, the hanyou could not save her.
The barrier shimmered, dissolving as she crashed into her beloved's image, sobbing names of those lost.
His head dipped, brushing tears away with false hopes. "Inu-Yasha?"
Her body stiffened. A step backwards into the embrace of those who hungered for a taste of pure heart.
A cruel smile and a scream.
Yes, that was how it would go.
Red eyes slipped away from his incomplete dark, shimmering prize, satisfied that that day was sufficiently thought out. Old tricks were the best ones.