Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha
Here you are, buried beneath the ground. You're here because I failed as your protector. You're here because in the final battle I couldn't get to you in time. Naraku laughed. He dared to laugh at my pain, my grief. More importantly, he dared to think I'd let him get away with killing you. Perhaps if I had tried to use the Tensaiga before killing Naraku you would have lived but I had gone after Naraku in my anger that he would go after a child.
I killed him for you. Inuyasha thinks I did it just because I wanted to but no it was for you. I walked over to your body and realized you were dead and would stay that way.
"Stupid. You should not have followed," was all I could say. Inuyasha and his companions weren't shocked I said such a thing. After all, I am the cold hearted demon lord of the west and you…..you are or were a human. Your body I picked up and then walked off. Did I surprise them? That I would pick up the body of a human. But it was your body.
Now here you are. Dead and buried beneath the ground and here I am thinking of your death and what I could have done to keep you alive or bring you back to life. It is too late now.
I'll never see you smile, never hear you laugh, never smell your flowery scent, never feel you snuggled up close to my side as you sleep. You taught me so many lessons. You taught me to care for my brother and not kill him, you taught me to enjoy the simple things in life, taught me not to live with my heart covered in ice.
Everyone thinks I am still cold and heartless; doomed to fry in hell when I die. Not so; because of you my little Rin I am no longer damned to hell. You were my saving grace.
My little Rin. My little human. My little angel. My little savior.