When she climbed up the bank of the river, her short green skirt coated in mud and filth, it had finally occurred to her for the first time that he would be furious. Hopefully if she came out of alive, Sesshoumaru wouldn't kill her.
Violent torrents of rain poured down on the small woman as she made her way towards the rasping sounds of metal scraping against itself. The numbness of her limbs caused her pace to be aggravatingly slow.
The combatants moved in a deadly dance, each motion precise and executed with the most exquisite technique. The long swatches of silvery hair swung around its masters like a cloak with each spin of his form, the falling water doing little to impeded their formidable prowess on the battle field.
A deadly, beautiful wave of yoki was released in one swift movement from the deadly blade that had marked Sesshoumaru's rite of passage, leaving the land barren in its wake. The purple and deadly green force barreled towards the crazed InuYasha.
Screams of sorrow filled the cold, brisk November air, mingling with the smell of his brother's blood. His chest clenched painfully tight, making him lose focus for a moment. Her cobalt, grey eyes drenched in the bitter rain, met his own pale, sun kissed orbs.
She was not supposed to be here. She was not supposed to see this.
A blur of red and silver sped by Sesshoumaru, and stopped in front of the small woman. She stared into the carmine eyes who held nothing but blood lust and frenzied madness. InuYasha's once plain face, held the dark jagged amethyst marks of his father and his InuYokai heritage.
"Sit InuYasha!" the woman whispered as tears ran down her sorrowful face. The enchantment that hung loosely around his neck glowed as it brought him down to the earth on one knee and shattered completely.
He stood up quickly, his enlarged claw raised above Kagome's head came down quickly.
Sesshoumaru's once graceful, meticulous movements now ungainly from the tonnage of his cumbersome form. The rouge liquid that teemed from his mangled body now pooled at his feet. His sword embedded now embedded in his brother's chest, as he fell to his knee's, his white pristine clothing now soaked in the rouge liquid.
He gazed at the woman who was sobbing over the lifeless body of the man he once considered kin. The memories of InuYasha and himself flooded his mind.
Sesshoumaru listened to his mate mourn for the both of them, while the rain washed away all the traces of the rouge blood. He closed his eyes, let the darkness and memories take him away with the rain.