Here we have my first foray into Inuyasha fanfic…and its kind of a cruel one, but Yasha and Kagome are my favorite characters after all, thus, they may as well have big targets painted on their heads for this sort of thing.
This would take place during and after Inuyasha's second fight with Kagura, sort of—the universe has definately been twisted for the darker. While I'm at it I should also tell you that Inuyasha-tachi belong to Takahashi Rumiko (who is a genius, by the way =^_^v).
That said, here we go...
Certain
LH-chan '03
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Harsh, wracking sobs filled the clearing of the Goushinboku in Sengoku Jidai.
Kagome Higurashi knelt amongst the knarled roots of the tree, her face pressed into the rough bark of the trunk, heedless of the sharp wood cutting into her face, or the sting of her salty tears as they flowed into the fresh cuts.
"My arrows…only hit the bad guys!"
Her own words rang cruelly through her mind. Strong, defiant words…
…though she hadn't been certain.
The scene played before her eyes again and again…she could see herself now, crouched at Inuyasha's side as he bled into the dirt, cut down by his own wind-scar, reflected by the mirror of the white youkai; unable to move, though the true Naraku stood only feet away.
Her bow drawn taut, she, Kagome, had let her arrow fly…
…even though she hadn't been certain.
The arrow flew true, straight, into the mirror; the mirror held out to receive it by the white youkai.
The white youkai had been certain.
But she, Kagome, had still fired…
…she, who had not been certain.
The arrow connected, striking the mirror directly in the center.
It halted.
It reflected.
She had cried out then, throwing up her arms to cover her face, unable to dodge, scarcely able to move with only a shadow of her soul not trapped in the mirror.
She could do nothing…she would die, right beside…
A soft gasp, and a warm weight fell heavily upon her.
"I-Inu…yasha…"
Horror forced her eyes open then, to meet Inuyasha's too-bright golden ones.
He smiled at her, a quiet, tired expression.
"Ka…go…me…" he said softly, even as the light faded from his eyes and he slumped against her. Her arrow buried in his back.
"If hit by my arrow, even Inuyasha couldn't stand it."
Again her own words hang through her head…her own, true, words.
She'd killed him.
It was only by luck that they escaped after that, divested of their Shikon Shards and utterly defeated.
It was all her fault, she told herself in her mind, she had thought she knew better, and because of that, she'd killed him.
She loved him, and she'd killed him.
The scene replayed again and again in her mind.
"You…" a familiar voice, hard and cold, forced Kagome from her memories.
"Kikyou," she whispered.
Another familiar sound: an arrow knocked to a bow.
Kagome turned now, slowly, tears running off her chin to splash the ground at the foot of the Goushinboku.
With no further preamble, Kikyou let the arrow fly.
A soft gasp escaped Kagome's lips, and she fell against the trunk of the Goushinboku, pinned to it, by the arrow, in an embrace.
Then, but for the soft wind-swish of the Shinidama-chuu waiting to claim her soul, the clearing was silent.
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Owari.