Piercing Sorrow

One-Shot?

By: Fairywings817

A/N: Okay—another one shot! This one's gonna be pretty long.. And actually might turn into a couple more chapters. Dunno... If not—it's gonna be one long one-shot. xD Review, and tell me what you think!

There was no moon out that night... Only darkness and a few stray stars. No natural light to fill the cleared area of destruction. Broken and uprooted trees laid about, scattered in a presumably endless wasteland. It seemed that everything was gone—destroyed—left forgotten forever. Though, amongst the uneven ground and damage, there lay a figure.

Hair tousled and dry with blood, it lay against the form and the ground rather messily. Eyes were closed, skin as pale as the moon itself. The haori worn was tattered and torn beyond any repair possible. Blood mingled in with the red coat, making it look even richer in color. A large wound was found in the middle of the well built torso, accompanied by numerous scratches upon the still form. It was a man... But not just any man... A hanyou.

It was only a little while away that a light shone throughout the stillness of the dark night. A stray—pink light, bouncing slowly through the air. Though, seemingly alone, it rested upon a slowly walking form. The strange garb she wore was in the same condition as the hanyou's, possibly a little bit neater. She limped visibly, left arm cradling her right. Her normally bright chocolate brown eyes, now faded and glazed, frantically looked about searching for any other survivors. And the only thing she saw throughout the hell on earth around her was a flash of red.

'Inuyasha...'

Her steps became frantic, ignoring the sharp pain that coursed through her leg. She disregarded it, but could not get rid of the numb feeling and the chill that was sent through her body in finding him—unmoving.

Her breath caught in her throat, and her heart seemed to stop beating. There he was, lying in front of her in a bloody mess. Never before had she seen him in such a condition, and she hoped she wouldn't have to. But now, she was forced into the situation.

Seeing him this way made her weak. It sent so many thoughts racing through her mind. Thoughts of how she should have been there for him. Her gaze fell upon him once more, and her knees gave in. She fell down to the ground, eyes stinging with dry tears.

She carefully extended her undamaged arm and raised a digit, gently moving crimson stained locks from his face. She wanted to cry... Oh so much. Yet—the tears wouldn't come. They wouldn't come to release the pain that was swelling up inside of her.

Scooting closer to him, she sunk lower to the ground lying next to him, ignoring the rocks piercing her side painfully as she did so. Her eyes remained focused on him only.

"K-Kagome?"

She dare not move from her position, or remove her eyes from his still form. She wouldn't answer to the call throughout the silence. He had to wake up... And she wouldn't leave until he opened his golden orbs to look at her.

Miroku groaned as he lifted himself up from the huge boulder that he had fallen into by the impact of such a blast. Naraku was defeated thanks to Inuyasha's Bakaruuya and Kaze no Kizu. They all pitched in, and defeated him... Finally.

Wincing lightly, he pulled himself up fully and looked at his left hand. He carefully removed the tattered cloth from his hand to reveal, not the Kazanna, but a rather large scar. It was gone... The curse was actually gone.

His gaze lifted to the dark sky above, as he spoke.

"We did it, father..." He said lightly, but then was brought to the reality before him. Where were the others? Were they even alive? A wave of panic shot through his whole body as he began walking unevenly, putting his weight upon his trusty staff. Despite the pain searing through his ankle, he wasn't about to let that stop him from his search for any survivors.

Yet, one name repeated itself in his mind continuously and overshadowed him, making itself engraved deeply—Sango.

He couldn't lose her. Not after all they've been through...

Yes, the others were important to him, yet Sango—His love... If he lost her, he'd be a wreck for the rest of his life. She'd been his morning sunlight, his security, his comfort, his life. She was everything to him...

No. She had to be alive. She was strong, and there was no way Naraku had been able to take her life... He wouldn't succumb to that painful thought.

Though, as he continued on, his hope began to thin out. Granted the area was quite large, he couldn't find any of them...

That was, until he saw it... The fallen form of one of them... One of his friends whom he had shared the past four years with. But—it wasn't just one figure... But two.

"K-Kagome?"

Her whole body broke down into a fit of sobs, shaking only slightly. No—He couldn't be—

He couldn't be dead.

Though as she watched him closely, she noted that his chest rose only barely as his face left a look of excruciating pain. His skin didn't show its usual color—rather a plain paleness that worried her even more. His brow was woven in a look of distress, proving that he was indeed in a great deal of pain.

Would he survive this?

Or would she be forced to go on with life—without him?

No- No this wouldn't happen... She couldn't live life without him. She wouldn't allow the gods above to take him from her as they tried so many times before...

"K-kagome?" She had heard a small cry behind her, and it took her a moment to realize who the owner of the voice was. But she wouldn't turn from Inuyasha. Not now... Not if he was holding onto the last string of life that the fates threatened to cut.

Her hair fell in front of her face, hiding the tears that wouldn't end. She would shed so many for him until he wakes up. If he wakes up. Which she began to doubt as all time continued to pass by painstakingly slow.

He was going to leave her here.

The reality was beginning to sink in painfully, as if a knife was shoved into her gut slowly, enjoying the numb pain that she felt. The tears that continued to pour created thin paths along her cheeks, amongst the dirt and soil clinging to her.

"Inu—Inuyasha... Please.. Please wake up..." She pleaded, gripping onto his haori tightly.

"You can't leave us here... We need you... I need you..." Kagome couldn't take it anymore. It was killing her. All of this pain she felt. And she couldn't do anything to help him. Nothing could save him at this point. His life was being drawn from him with a broken needle. And she had to watch.

Her brown eyes studied the ragged falling and rising of his chest that seemed to become slower with each passing minute.

"Please. Don't leave me..." She whispered through blood-stained lips. "I—I need you..."

Miroku watched on, his breath caught in his throat. Was Inuyasha--? No, he wouldn't believe that. Nothing could beat Inuyasha... He would have said so himself. And he made it his life goal to see Naraku dead... He promised... He promised that he'd get out of this battle alive. For all of us... For Kagome.

His violet eyes remained focused upon the couple that looked as if they were to disappear through the thick fog. But, a small movement throughout the debris caught his eye. He quickly put his guards up, despite the fact that he was weak. If another fight was to commence, it would probably be the death of him. And without Sango—he welcomed it with open arms.

But a youkai wasn't what he had seen. No—rather something delightfully different.

"Sango." Was the only word whispered through dry lips.

A/N: Okay—I've decided to make this into a short fic—which will only be five chapters at the MOST. R&R Onegai!