This one is rather depressing, and a tad confusing because I don't use any names, but I hope you can follow it and enjoy it. It has a sort of happy ending, kinda of.
A Sad Reflection Of Love
It wasn't real, they knew that, but it was something.
After the monk had been sucked into his own wind tunnel, she had had nothing left, nothing but this. It wasn't him, it wasn't enough, but it kept her sane.
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He squeezed his eyes shut, tears sliding down his cheeks and onto the dark brown head tucked under his chin. If he closed his eyes, and pretended the scent drifting up to his nose was hers, it made him feel just a little better.
She was gone, and he hadn't been able to save her. He had seen the blinding light enveloping her, but he wasn't fast enough, by the time he was at her side all he could do for her was catch her limp body as it fell towards the ground. She had given her life to destroy the Shikon no Tama, but he still wished it was her in his arms.
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She knew that that the cloth she buried her face in was not her love's purple robes, but her friend's red haori. But she did not care. He let her cry into his chest, and wail the name she loved so dearly, and he would whisper that everything was alright.
Just as she would stroke his hair as he lay his head in her lap and let silent tears run down his cheeks. In the night, when he woke, sobbing the priestess's name she would calm him, speaking softly, imitating her friend's voice as best she could, until he fell back into fitful dreams full of the girl he would never see again.
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He had begged his brother to bring her back, and the cold-hearted youkai had tried, but it could not be done, she was lost to him forever.
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What she wouldn't give to speak with him again. She felt bad that she had never admitted how she felt. And now, in the utter darkness of a night with no moon, she wished more than anything to be with him.
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"Ready?" he kept his voice quiet, the silence was so beautiful he regretted breaking it.
"Yes." She murmured, raising her head and looking him in the eyes, a lone tear making its way down her smooth cheek.
He gave a small nod, and they did what must be done. His sword pierced her heart and continued into his own chest, as she did the same.
The two bodies toppled over, blood pooling around them, sword blades keeping them together. Even if they did not find the two they were looking for in the afterlife, they would not be alone.
