She looked into the eyes of her dead comrades, her brother, her sister, her best friend, her son. All dead, gone, adios, never to return. Things had gone horribly wrong, and she couldn't do anything but watch as her family fought for their life, then died in the utmost painful way. They were fighting against Naraku; they had grown stronger in the years and had prepared for this day. They were confident in their abilities, but they forgot one important detail. While they were out harnessing their abilities, Naraku wasn't just sitting in some unknown place and twiddling his thumbs while waiting until they were ready; he was growing stronger too, and had found most of the shards.
Sango, she had died a true demon exterminator. She fought head on, showing no emotion, no fear in her eyes. She took down hundreds of flying demons Naraku was using as a distraction. Her down fall would be that as the battle drew on, her energy was being drained. Her down fall was being human. She weakened from exhaustion, and though she never made a mistake, it was getting harder to handle the demons. She didn't notice Naraku's tentacle behind her. It stabbed her in the back, and pushed all the way through her until it came out of her stomach, before pulling out. She fell face forward, drowning in her own blood, un able to scream or do anything.
Miroku fallowed her next into death. Devastated by his love's death, he stood guard over her lifeless body, guarding her from the demons that wished to eat her up. He threw with sutras, he fought of demons with his staff, but it wasn't enough. Anger and hate showed threw his eyes, as well as despair. He knew he could not live his life without his beloved. He placed a barrier over himself and Sango, and flipped her over. He choked back the sob at seeing her tattered, lifeless body. Her eyes were dull, unlike the vibrant eyes that belonged to the demon exterminator just 10 minutes ago. The very same eyes that had shined with life and determination to give it all she had. In the end she had given it all that she had. He hugged her rapidly cooling body to him rocking back and forth in jerking motions. Finally he pulled back to look into Sango's lifeless eyes, and as a tear slipped down his cheek he said the last words he would ever speak. "I shall see you in the afterlife, my dearest Sango." He kissed her cooling cheek and hugged her closer to him, unwilling to let go. He let his barrier down, and held on tighter to his love as the demons flew to him, tearing at his flesh with the sharp claws, and biting at him with the large fangs. Even with such a painful way to die, he didn't let go of Sango, he went with a smile on his face, because he was able to see his Sango waiting for him in the light, beckoning him to her, away from the pain.
Shippo, the child of the group, fought alongside Kirara. He used his fox fire, and magic tricks, but this was no battle a child should ever witness. The devastation of the death of his aunt and uncle pounded into him, his heart nearly giving out at the gory site of Miroku's death. In his despair, he hadn't even noticed Kagura standing over him, at least until he was kicked. As he flew through the air Kagura unleashed her attack. With a shout of 'Dance of the dragon!' Shippo was no more; there was nothing to remember him by but the little spinning top that lay none too far from the shelter of the trees. Shippo never even had a chance to fight back.
Finally, the tragic death of Inuyasha, betrayed by his lover. He had been concentrating fully on Naraku, and he had been winning. Wind scar after wind scar he threw at Naraku. Both of them were getting incredibly weaker. No one had anticipated Kikyo being there. In fact, we had all thought her to be dead. The previous week we had witnessed her being killed by rogue demons; she was weakened because her clay body was not getting enough souls to sustain its self. We had tried to help her, tried to keep her alive even after all the times she had tried to kill us or steal the jewels from us, but it wasn't enough. Her body couldn't heal the wounds, and she had died. Or at least we thought she had died. She had shown up in the middle of the battle, stepping out of the cover of the forest with a dark look to her, as if all the hatred and ill will had surfaced. She began shooting off arrows furiously at Inuyasha, who was shocked and hurt. One arrow managed to get him, even as he dodged. It lodged itself into his left shoulder. Her dark pupils locked onto her next target, me. But Inuyasha would have none of that. Before I could even blink he had swept me off my feet and was tearing through the forest at neck breaking speed. He finally stopped, and I looked around to see where we were, we were stopped by the well. I started shouting my protests; I knew what he was doing. He took no heed only looked at me into my eyes, looking into my very soul.
"Goodbye, maybe we can be together in the next life." I was too shocked to move, to speak. In a tender moment, he kissed my forehead, before dropping me into the well. Without waiting he turned back to the battle field, and led his pursuers away from the well site. There was Kikyo, Kagura, Kanna, and Naraku all against him, but he wasn't going down without a fight. With a typical Inuyasha smirk he turned to Kagura and Kanna. Kagura and Kanna lifted up their weapons, and with demonic auras swirling around, Inuyasha used the back-flash wave. He released the two girls from their imprisonment from the evil man that had been destroying the world as they knew it. His strength was waning, but he turned to Naraku, and with a desperate attempted to cleanse the world from his foul presence, used adamant barrage. Diamonds flew through the air, piercing Naraku straight through, cutting off all of his tentacles and leaving him with many holes in him. It had wounded Naraku enough for him to retreat, but there was still Kikyo. Inuyasha barely had enough strength to stand. Kikyo looked at him with cold eyes. She lifted her bow, and shot a single arrow. Inuyasha closed his eyes, waiting for the darkness that would surly sweep through him. The arrow pierced through him, knocking him into the air. The arrow landed into a tree, pinning him to it. This time however, it didn't make him sleep. It had pierced through his heart. It seemed fitting, to be killed by his lover by a broken heart.
The well hadn't worked. I lay there, broken from the fall, bound to have a few cracked ribs, my arm jetting out in a way so unfavorable. I was bleeding out, sure that the blood loss would kill me.
Kikyo silently walked through the forest. She knew of the portal, and that, that was where Inuyasha would have disposed of the weak little human. The well came into view, and she stood over it, looking into its depths. She smiled a wicked smile that spoke of nothing but madness and evil. Her eyes flashed red and she chuckled ruefully into the air.
The shikon Miko, Kagome was dead.
The whole shard hunting group was dead. There was nothing left here. Flames met up with the little town of Edo, her wicked smile the last thing the villages saw before the left the face of the earth from the door of the fiery depts. of hells flames itself. Finally, when all you could see from miles around was flames, she left into the night.
At the bottom of the well the crimpled girl lay in fetal position. 'I am weak.' She thought. She could do nothing but watch as her family members were slaughtered and she could do nothing about it. Helplessness consumed her. She was week, helpless, useless. She cried in sorrow. She cried for the death of her son, she cried for her sister, her brother. She cried for the family up safe in the future, that she knew she would never see again, and she cried for her best friend, the love that they could have experienced if this battle had gone differently. She shook her head and forced herself up onto her feet, biting back the cry that struggled to come out of her mouth. She pulled her battered body up the ivy vines and over the well side, landing in a heap to the left of the well. She lay panting for a little before pushing herself up and walking to where she knew where her dead comrades lay.
She came to view of the gruesome, gory battle field. Her eyes watered at the site of Inuyasha pinned to the tree. He looked… Peaceful… Even in death. What she saw however she couldn't help the tears that escaped her eyes and rained down her cheeks. There lay Sango and Miroku most of their skin torn off, and in some spots their bones poked out. She stumbled to a bush and emptied the contents out of her stomach until she had nothing left. She looked around, but she couldn't find Shippo, She knew he was dead, and she wasn't all sure she wanted to see her dead son.
She knew she didn't want to leave them like this, to become some demons dinner. She ran down to the village; only discover it all to be burnt down. Heavy smoke filtered over the town in thick smog. After grieving to her dead grandmother Kaede, she found a shovel and started up again to the battle field. She dragged the bodies of Miroku and Sango over to the god tree, and then turned to Inuyasha. After taking great caution and time in taking out the arrows, she then too dragged him over to the god tree. She shoveled well into the night, three holes that would be her friend's new resting spot. She dragged them into the holes with some difficulty and stopped to rest.
"May you always watch over those whom you love. You will be greatly missed. You were my family, my companions. I will not let your deaths be in vain. I will grow stronger, train night and day until the day that I can defeat the enemy that I promise. May you rest in peace."
With that said she shoveled the dirt over them, sealing them into the ground, forever. She engraved into the tree M+S+I, when she was little she used to think it was a secret code, or maybe some lovers entwined their names. It was sad to know that it was me that had made that ingravement, and it wasn't a lovers entwined name, or a secret code, but the burial site of my beloved friends.
I was a weak and foolish girl to believe we could escape with our life's, with only a few scrapes to show of our battle. I was a foolish girl to believe that everything would be fine in the end. Everything wasn't fine; it had gone to total hell. And if I was a true warrior, a true miko like I should have been, I should have been dead too, or at least we would have a better fighting chance against Naraku. Instead I was here, crouching down next to the graves of my best friends, who I couldn't imagine a happy life without.
Kagome was weak; Kagome was unable to do her duties, she was too attached to her life in the future. Kagome was the one that instead of training would hit the books. Kagome was the underdog in this, and there was nothing to blame for it but her. Hell, Shippo was more help than her! No more of that Kagome. No more would she sit back and watch as all that mattered in her life went to hell, no more would she be weak, useless. Kagome, the useless little school girl was dead.
Instead, at that blood filled night, the Obsidian Knight was born.
