A Miko's Tears,
chapter 1
InuYasha was dead.
The cold truth hit me like a ton of bricks as I sat there, holding his bloody shell on my lap. It shouldn't be possible. No, damnitt, it wasn't possible. If I just held him a little while longer, he would stir, or tell me to stop crying for him. But no, that wasn't going to happen this time. He was dead, and I knew it.
He was as cold as ice, his lips blue, and his face pale, with no hints as to the blood that had so recently flown through him. His long silver hair was matted and covered in his own blood, and his left ear, his furry dog-like ear, had a large slice across it, and was missing it's tip. Both his arms where broken, and his right leg had several claw marks ripped into it. He had a large gash in his stomach and one in his chest as well. His body was bruised and battered beyond repair, but repair would have been useless. His soul had left him. He was dead.
It had been a trap from the beginning. I had sensed a jewel shard in the nearby village, and we had gone to look for it. The village told tales of the powerful demons that lived in the castle on the other side of the forest, and so we set out to find them. We traveled through treacherous woods, and finally reached it to the castle, with only minimum resistance. In the court yard, we found none other than Naraku, the truly faceless Onigumo, Kanna, Kagura, and a brand new horde of demons. We should've known. We succeded in slaying the demons and Naraku's carntaions, but by then none of us where in very good shape. Miroku had been poisoned by the poisonous insects, Sango had yet again been hit by her own weapon, and Inu- Yasha had had his left arm broken and a hole in his chest. We expected Naraku to retreat, but instead he attacked, breaking both Miroku's legs and giving Inu-Yasha another gash in his stomach, and a concussion. With the weak state we had all been in, it was a surprise that Inu-Yasha was the only casualty from that fray with Naraku. But he would never harm another being again. I had killed him in a fit of rage, right before he finished off Sango and Miroku.
Damnitt, if only I had been quicker, he wouldn't have finished off anybody! But no, that wasn't true. Even for Inu-Yasha, the injuries he sustained by Kagura and Kanna alone would have finished him off. There was no chance of his survival.
Bringing me back into reality, I felt a hand on my shoulder. Sango. "Kagome..." She said, and that was all I needed.
Putting my head on Inu-Yasha's cold cheeks, I cried. After about fifteen minutes of this, I lifted my head to see Sango and Miroku tending each other's wounds. I should do that. I should be taking care of them, instead of crying over a dead body. But I couldn't bring myself to. I couldn't bring myself to leave the side of the one I had loved for so long.
"Hey, Kagome, you should look at this." cried Shippo from the battle field. He looked a little different from the Shippo Inu-Yasha and I had met so long ago. After three years, he had change considerably. His orange hair had grown to be about the length of Inu-Yasha, and he looked to be about eleven. I don't know how to explain it, but he looked mature. And a little bit to much like Miroku.
"What, Shippo?" I called, not taking my eyes off of the seemingly sleeping Inu-Yasha. Shippo must have known I wouldn't leave the hanyou's side, so he brought his find to me.
In one had, Shippo carried the final pieces to the Shikon Jewel, glittering the faint moonlight. And in the other was something that made my heart skip a beat. It was Kanna's mirror. It glowed with the souls it had extracted over the years. But the main aura of the mirror was Inu-Yasha's. I looked down to see that he was still there and saw something that made my heart skip.
No, Inu-Yasha had not awoken and stared at me, but his body had certainy changed. Now, lying over me, was a fully healed, yet still unconscious, Inu-Yasha. His many cuts, scratches, and bruises where gone, along with the gaping chest wound and the paleness. He truly was an empty shell.
"Inu...Inu-Yasha?" I whispered, as I felt his pulse. Yes, he was still alive! I didn't know how, and at that moment, I couldn't care less. All I knew was that Inu-Yasha, my Inu-Yasha, still had a heartbeat!
"Kagome, what happened to Inu-Yasha? How is he healed?" Asked Shippo as he looked from me to Inu-Yasha and back.
"I...I don't know. Here, let me have that mirror. I think we should release some of Kanna's souls while we wait to recover." I said, actually in a cheery voice. That turned Sango's and Miroku's heads to me, and I could only guess that they thought I had given in to grief and lost it completely. Of course, maybe I had.....
After Shippo had left to go help Sango and Miroku with their wounds, I started examining the mirror. I didn't lose my soul, though I was sure I would, but I couldn't help feeling closer to Inu-Yasha when I looked in the mirror then when I looked at his body.
his soul has left him.
That's why he hadn't regained consciousness yet, because he had no soul. But, how had his soul gotten into the mirror when he had killed Kanna was a mysery to me. But I was to happy to by confused, so I took out my arrow and attempted to hit the mirror.
The result was catastrofic. The mirror instantly cracked and split, sending waves upon waves of souls flying from it. I felt the tiny part of my soul that the mirror had kept come into my body, as well as the soul of Inu-Yasha hit his.
"....K..kagome? Where am I?" Came his voice, as I looked around at the souls flying around me, as if thanking me for releasing them.
Inu-Yasha was alive.
InuYasha was dead.
The cold truth hit me like a ton of bricks as I sat there, holding his bloody shell on my lap. It shouldn't be possible. No, damnitt, it wasn't possible. If I just held him a little while longer, he would stir, or tell me to stop crying for him. But no, that wasn't going to happen this time. He was dead, and I knew it.
He was as cold as ice, his lips blue, and his face pale, with no hints as to the blood that had so recently flown through him. His long silver hair was matted and covered in his own blood, and his left ear, his furry dog-like ear, had a large slice across it, and was missing it's tip. Both his arms where broken, and his right leg had several claw marks ripped into it. He had a large gash in his stomach and one in his chest as well. His body was bruised and battered beyond repair, but repair would have been useless. His soul had left him. He was dead.
It had been a trap from the beginning. I had sensed a jewel shard in the nearby village, and we had gone to look for it. The village told tales of the powerful demons that lived in the castle on the other side of the forest, and so we set out to find them. We traveled through treacherous woods, and finally reached it to the castle, with only minimum resistance. In the court yard, we found none other than Naraku, the truly faceless Onigumo, Kanna, Kagura, and a brand new horde of demons. We should've known. We succeded in slaying the demons and Naraku's carntaions, but by then none of us where in very good shape. Miroku had been poisoned by the poisonous insects, Sango had yet again been hit by her own weapon, and Inu- Yasha had had his left arm broken and a hole in his chest. We expected Naraku to retreat, but instead he attacked, breaking both Miroku's legs and giving Inu-Yasha another gash in his stomach, and a concussion. With the weak state we had all been in, it was a surprise that Inu-Yasha was the only casualty from that fray with Naraku. But he would never harm another being again. I had killed him in a fit of rage, right before he finished off Sango and Miroku.
Damnitt, if only I had been quicker, he wouldn't have finished off anybody! But no, that wasn't true. Even for Inu-Yasha, the injuries he sustained by Kagura and Kanna alone would have finished him off. There was no chance of his survival.
Bringing me back into reality, I felt a hand on my shoulder. Sango. "Kagome..." She said, and that was all I needed.
Putting my head on Inu-Yasha's cold cheeks, I cried. After about fifteen minutes of this, I lifted my head to see Sango and Miroku tending each other's wounds. I should do that. I should be taking care of them, instead of crying over a dead body. But I couldn't bring myself to. I couldn't bring myself to leave the side of the one I had loved for so long.
"Hey, Kagome, you should look at this." cried Shippo from the battle field. He looked a little different from the Shippo Inu-Yasha and I had met so long ago. After three years, he had change considerably. His orange hair had grown to be about the length of Inu-Yasha, and he looked to be about eleven. I don't know how to explain it, but he looked mature. And a little bit to much like Miroku.
"What, Shippo?" I called, not taking my eyes off of the seemingly sleeping Inu-Yasha. Shippo must have known I wouldn't leave the hanyou's side, so he brought his find to me.
In one had, Shippo carried the final pieces to the Shikon Jewel, glittering the faint moonlight. And in the other was something that made my heart skip a beat. It was Kanna's mirror. It glowed with the souls it had extracted over the years. But the main aura of the mirror was Inu-Yasha's. I looked down to see that he was still there and saw something that made my heart skip.
No, Inu-Yasha had not awoken and stared at me, but his body had certainy changed. Now, lying over me, was a fully healed, yet still unconscious, Inu-Yasha. His many cuts, scratches, and bruises where gone, along with the gaping chest wound and the paleness. He truly was an empty shell.
"Inu...Inu-Yasha?" I whispered, as I felt his pulse. Yes, he was still alive! I didn't know how, and at that moment, I couldn't care less. All I knew was that Inu-Yasha, my Inu-Yasha, still had a heartbeat!
"Kagome, what happened to Inu-Yasha? How is he healed?" Asked Shippo as he looked from me to Inu-Yasha and back.
"I...I don't know. Here, let me have that mirror. I think we should release some of Kanna's souls while we wait to recover." I said, actually in a cheery voice. That turned Sango's and Miroku's heads to me, and I could only guess that they thought I had given in to grief and lost it completely. Of course, maybe I had.....
After Shippo had left to go help Sango and Miroku with their wounds, I started examining the mirror. I didn't lose my soul, though I was sure I would, but I couldn't help feeling closer to Inu-Yasha when I looked in the mirror then when I looked at his body.
his soul has left him.
That's why he hadn't regained consciousness yet, because he had no soul. But, how had his soul gotten into the mirror when he had killed Kanna was a mysery to me. But I was to happy to by confused, so I took out my arrow and attempted to hit the mirror.
The result was catastrofic. The mirror instantly cracked and split, sending waves upon waves of souls flying from it. I felt the tiny part of my soul that the mirror had kept come into my body, as well as the soul of Inu-Yasha hit his.
"....K..kagome? Where am I?" Came his voice, as I looked around at the souls flying around me, as if thanking me for releasing them.
Inu-Yasha was alive.