Unwanted Tears Shed
by Sarah
Chapter Name, Betrayl #1, enjoy!
So, this is my second fanfic, I hope you like it. This story was inspired by the show, InuYasha. Though I don't think I'll be using the characters inside of my story. So the characters Sarama, Kirashu, Kokiyu, Sosiyu, and all the rest are all mine, lol. And this story is a sequel to the story, The girl who wouldn't give up, and I would suggest reading it to get a better view of the story, the story's URL is here: http://fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=1369478 I hope you will enjoy the story!
" " = is thinking, ' ' is thoughts, and not much else besides that. I would use italics and bold, but I just can't how to figure out how to make it work on ff.net, grrr.
Characters: (thought I'd explain them since they're my own. And these are just the main characters too).
Kirashu-
The half-demon is gruff, but caring in his own ways, but doesn't like to show his soft side. He's half-human, half-dog demon.
Siasku-
Siasku is the reincarnation of the demon slayer, Sarama. Unlike the strong and powerful woman herself, Siasku doesn't slay, or fight. Though she does try to shoot a few arrows here and there, she has a hard time doing it and easily gets down on herself for not being as strong as the demon slayer. She has waist-long black hair, blue eyes, and delicate facial features.
Kokiyu-
Kokiyu is a young apprentice of the demon slayer. Though, her and Sarama knew each other much longer before then, many times the woman would risk life and limb to save her life. The two became very close and Sarama was like an idol and an older sister to her.
Sarama-
The woman who died at the hands of her lover, or so she thought. Later on she is brought to life again though she fights with her emotions when she finds out she doesn't just hate.
Summary:
Kirashu is a half-demon who lived happily with his first love who was a demon slayer named, Sarama. After the demon slayer died he wanted to die with her, but wasn't allowed to as the evil demon Nasaou placed a curse on him. After sixteen years he meets up with Siasku, a young girl who looks almost exactly like the demon slayer, but isn't. The young girl travels with him, and a young woman named Kokiyu as he tries to kill the evil demon who caused all his pain.
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"Hey cutie!" Sarama smiled after she greeted the half-demon who walked toward her at a brisk pace. She knew that he hated such words, and she always loved to see his golden eyes light with a touch of annoyance. But, this time he just smiled and brought her near to his body. Her body submitted to his strong hands and warm body, as it was a welcome haven from the cool morning. They embraced each other beneath the rising sun as they enjoyed the sounds of nature. The singing birds and crickets became their minuet orchestra. They were the only audience as the sounds of nature entertained and delighted their ears and hearts. A light fog covered the jade grass which they stood beneath, and the dew lightly soaked the cuffs of her pants. She took no notice to it though as she stood there lost in the embrace of the one male who had captured her heart.
They had been practically inseparable, since the demon slayer had avenged her parents death. After her vengeance had been fulfilled, she stopped slaying, and now assisted Kokiyu's mother with being the village priestess. Kokiyu had taken Sarama's spot as demon slayer, to spite the older woman's constant protests. But, the younger girl had her mind set on it and Sarama trained her as best as she could. Though, Sarama had to admit the teenage girl was pretty good at the job.
The crystal which had killed her double was still with her, strung around her neck and under her watchful eyes. No other demons, nor humans had come after her seeking the power of the crystal, much to her relief. Everything was perfect, almost a little too perfect for comfort. But she had such a hard life, she was glad that it was finally easier.
"Hey, what are you thinking about?" Kirashu asked softly, as he broke their embrace for a few moments and stared into her ocean blue eyes.
"Just thinking how perfect everything is..."
The half-demon smiled at this and brought her body closer to his as he asked in a teasing tone, "And how perfect I am?"
"You are just too perfect for words," she replied as she rolled her eyes.
"Ha, I thought so," Kirashu said, as he tried his best attempt at a cocky smile, which failed miserably. Sarama didn't mind though as she rested her head upon his shoulder and breathed a content sigh.
"I'm going to walk by myself for a little bit. You know where to find me, or how you can find me." The demon slayer said as she broke the moment several minutes later, and reluctantly parted her body from his to head off by herself. She didn't feel the need to go anywhere in particular, her only want was to have a few moments of solitude to think.
Kirashu watched as the demon slayer walked briskly away from him. His eyes followed her as he noticed the slight swaying of her hips from side to side. 'To think, I said I hated it when she did that.'
The half-demon travelled into the forest, deciding that it was best to leave her completely alone. As he entered the forest he watched the shadows playing across the grass, as if an artist was caressing the ground with his brush of light. Suddenly, Kirashu's dog-like ears twitched as his body tensed and he stood alert. The once loud sounds of nature disappeared completely and their was nothing but silence. The only thing his sensitive ears could hear was the whistling of the wind blowing and stirring aged leaves in it's wake.
A sudden sound of a branch cracking underneath the weight of someone or something grabbed his attention and the half-demon spun around to see what it was. As soon as his body faced the direction of the noise he felt it being pushed abruptly into the nearest tree. His vision temporally blurred from the impact of his body and head crashing against the rough bark of the tree. He found himself vulnerable as the feeling of a clawed hand swiped at his chest and then pounded his body against the tree again. For a few seconds his vision completely blacked and he felt his heart beat thundering within his chest as he found it impossible to fight back. Kirashu's heart beat slowed as his vision finally cleared and he got a good look of his attacker. The man, or demon, was cloaked from head to toe. The only thing which could identify him was a pair of blood red eyes which seemed to stare into Kirashu's soul. Kirashu inwardly shivered as his body felt like it would be set aflame by his intense stare. He didn't know that this creature was Nasaou, a demon who had killed Sarama's village and parents. The same creature who had nearly killed the demon slayer, yet died at her hand.
"What the hell do you want from me?!" Kirashu shouted to the demon as he attempted to free himself from his grasp. But, it was to no avail, and the half-demon stopped as he instead rested his hand upon the hilt of his sword.
"I want to use you, you stupid half-breed."
Kirashu was taken aback by the cold and devilish tone which the demon spoke in. He felt himself completely unprepared as his attacker hanged him by the collar of his shirt and then threw him into the nearest tree. He was thrown as if his body was nothing more than a rag doll, and his mind slipped into unconsciousness upon impact.
The demon stalked toward the body of the unconscious half-demon and briskly yanked several white hairs from Kirashu's head. He then took the blood of Kirashu which still stained his clawed hands and rubbed it on a black crystal. The demon placed the hairs of Kirashu upon the crystal and after he had done this he began to chant in an ancient language.
The ground beneath Nasaou's feet began to shake as a whirlwind similar to a small tornado began to swirl where the dark crystal laid. The wind picked up in strength as Nasaou's words became louder and even more defined.
"ARISE!"
The demon screamed out as the wind finally died down and an exact double of Kirashu stood before him. The double slowly opened up his golden eyes and bowed before Nasaou as he awaited his master's first command.
"Kill Sarama." Nasaou commanded as he handed his creation a sword and smiled as it bowed and sprinted away to find the demon slayer. 'I don't know what brought me back to life again after you tried to kill me, but seems like it was my hatred for you, my dear Sarama. Now it has brought back my memory, and you shall pay with your life as you took my own. Now your death will be brought by this half-demon which you have given your heart to. You will know pain and eternal torment. This time, you will not survive or escape.'.
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Sarama had no compression of what had happened, though her slaying instincts told her something was wrong. She stood in a meadow which had the most picturesque view of the mountains and rolling hills as the ground dropped into a steep cliff.
'Nasaou, he was wished back to life. I wonder everyday if it was granted, is he alive? And if he is, why is it taking him so long to attack me and try to finish my life?' The demon slayer thought as the wind softly blew her hair and she closed her eyes as she attempted to heighten her senses. A smile played across her angelic face as she felt the presence of Kirashu coming toward where she stood. But, her smile disappeared into a frown as she felt something was wrong with the half-demon, his aura felt off. All which she could feel was anger and hatred from the half-demon. The woman decided that she had lost touch with her abilities, and turned to meet him.
Sarama immediately felt a sword slicing threw her clothes and felt the sword digging into her soft flesh. She fell quickly backwards and her body rolled across the ground. Once she recovered from her fall Sarama looked up into the eyes of who had attacked her. She was unprepared to see the cold eyes of Kirashu as he held a sword above his head. She watched as her own blood dripped and stained the ground.
"Kirashu... but, why?"
Sarama asked as she stared up at his tall stature and held the wound which he had created. The half-demon didn't answer her and he instead made her stand by grabbing her raven locks. Once the woman was standing again he brought his blade across her stomach and then pushed her closer to the edge of the cliff. This time though she stood with no assistance and stared at Kirashu in disbelief.
'This can't be him.' Sarama thought as her body froze in shock and she could do nothing but stare at the half-demon. It was too late to reason or talk to him as the last blow was stuck and her body flew downwards and plummeted. The last view which she had before submitting to the comfort of unconsciousness was the uncaring face of Kirashu as he gave her a chilling smile as his last good-bye.
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The real Kirashu had just awoken from where he had been knocked out by Nasaou. As his mind cleared and his eyes scanned the forest, the half-demon sniffed the air and caught the scent of Sarama, tainted with blood.
'No, it can't be her.' Kirashu slowly stood and then ran at a quick pace, with each step he took he sped forward even faster. The half-demon stopped as he stopped where the forest broke and opened into a large meadow. His eyes widened in surprise as he saw none other than a double of himself attacking Sarama.
'What the hell is going on?!' Kirashu sprinted forward as he watched Sarama fall backward off of the lip of the cliff. He sped forward with such speed that he never knew that he had. The half-demon slid across the edge of the cliff and held onto the side with one hand. He reached and attempted to catch the falling figure of the demon slayer. But, her body disappeared into the misty depths and all which his hand grabbed was the thin air.
"Sarama!"
Kirashu called out to the demon slayer at the top of his lungs as he watched her body disappear from his sight. Sarama didn't hear Kirashu's desperate cries for her, or see the fresh tears brimming in his eyes. The woman could only hear the wind whispering in her ears as she allowed fate and gravity take her body.
Kirashu crawled up to the top of the cliff, and then laid his body as he closed his eyes. He felt his tears streaming down his face, but he refused to wipe them away or move. He didn't wish to live, if she was dead.
"You're broken, aren't you?" Nasaou asked the half-demon in a taunting tone.
Kirashu looked up at the demon who had questioned him. But, as he looked upward he looked for his double who had attacked Sarama. As he saw that it was no where to be seen he stared up at the blue sky. He laid there and didn't acknowledge the demon's constant stare. His heart felt as if it was broken in two.
The demon refused to leave Kirashu be and smiled as he mumbled incoherent words and placed a curse upon the broken half-demon.
"You will hunt down and attack villages, doing my job for me. The only way this can be broken is for that wretched woman to come back to life, and I highly doubt that. The love for the demon slayer will fuel it. And since your foolish love for that wretched woman was endless, I'd say you will be doing it for a long time."
Nasaou then left Kirashu alone, happy that he had finally killed the woman and destroyed the spirit of the half-demon which she loved. Kirashu felt the curse taking effect. His eyes turned from golden to blood red, and his breathing quickened with every breath he took. The desire to kill and destroy called him, and he accepted the feelings as he arose and ran forward. He had nothing to live for anymore, and he didn't try to fight the curse which was placed on him.
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Sarama felt herself plummeting backward, where, she did not know. She thought that she heard the anguished cry of Kirashu, but she could hear no more than the wind now. It blew into the sleeves of shirt and the openings of her pants, chilling her to the bone. Thoughts rushed inside of her mind as quickly as the wind blowing against her warm skin.
'He attacked me, why did he attack me?'
She fell farther downward, her descent toward the bottom seemed to endless, as well as her constant questions which refused to be answered.
'Does he really hate me? Did he just steal my heart and then feel the need to destroy it? He did leave me for those four years, and I never felt such a pain as I did in those years. In a way, he betrayed me.' The jagged rocks below appeared from the heavy mist and the crystal which was on her neck flashed all of the feelings she was going through. Just as she was growing momentum and approached the rocks below, she felt as if time had stopped. At that moment she knew she was being given a choice: life, or death.
'A choice? I'm being given a choice?!' Sarama thought about the choice, feeling herself being almost torn apart by so many different emotions.
'If I have to live, and live a life knowing that the only one I loved tried to kill me... Then I choose death!' She stated her decision and her body began it's last descent to the ground again.
'I hate you, Kirashu. If I get a second chance again, I will take your life as you took mine!' Sarama felt shocked by this thought, but she had no time to change it. Her body had finally made impact with the jagged rocks. With that last proclamation, her mind left her broken heart and body behind. And at that last moment of her life, she knew the feeling of true torment and hatred.
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Ahh, the first sequel, I hope you guys like liked it! I know, real sad, and angstish, but still, I like it, but I'm so mean with my characters, lol. They'll be another sequel too which should be more upbeat (I think), with, Kirashu, Sarama, and their child too, hehe. But that'll be after this story is done. Well, don't just sit there! Send me a review. *notices the glares* Erm, pretty please? *Note*- Changed where this fic was, I thought that it would fit better in InuYasha than where it was at.
by Sarah
Chapter Name, Betrayl #1, enjoy!
So, this is my second fanfic, I hope you like it. This story was inspired by the show, InuYasha. Though I don't think I'll be using the characters inside of my story. So the characters Sarama, Kirashu, Kokiyu, Sosiyu, and all the rest are all mine, lol. And this story is a sequel to the story, The girl who wouldn't give up, and I would suggest reading it to get a better view of the story, the story's URL is here: http://fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=1369478 I hope you will enjoy the story!
" " = is thinking, ' ' is thoughts, and not much else besides that. I would use italics and bold, but I just can't how to figure out how to make it work on ff.net, grrr.
Characters: (thought I'd explain them since they're my own. And these are just the main characters too).
Kirashu-
The half-demon is gruff, but caring in his own ways, but doesn't like to show his soft side. He's half-human, half-dog demon.
Siasku-
Siasku is the reincarnation of the demon slayer, Sarama. Unlike the strong and powerful woman herself, Siasku doesn't slay, or fight. Though she does try to shoot a few arrows here and there, she has a hard time doing it and easily gets down on herself for not being as strong as the demon slayer. She has waist-long black hair, blue eyes, and delicate facial features.
Kokiyu-
Kokiyu is a young apprentice of the demon slayer. Though, her and Sarama knew each other much longer before then, many times the woman would risk life and limb to save her life. The two became very close and Sarama was like an idol and an older sister to her.
Sarama-
The woman who died at the hands of her lover, or so she thought. Later on she is brought to life again though she fights with her emotions when she finds out she doesn't just hate.
Summary:
Kirashu is a half-demon who lived happily with his first love who was a demon slayer named, Sarama. After the demon slayer died he wanted to die with her, but wasn't allowed to as the evil demon Nasaou placed a curse on him. After sixteen years he meets up with Siasku, a young girl who looks almost exactly like the demon slayer, but isn't. The young girl travels with him, and a young woman named Kokiyu as he tries to kill the evil demon who caused all his pain.
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"Hey cutie!" Sarama smiled after she greeted the half-demon who walked toward her at a brisk pace. She knew that he hated such words, and she always loved to see his golden eyes light with a touch of annoyance. But, this time he just smiled and brought her near to his body. Her body submitted to his strong hands and warm body, as it was a welcome haven from the cool morning. They embraced each other beneath the rising sun as they enjoyed the sounds of nature. The singing birds and crickets became their minuet orchestra. They were the only audience as the sounds of nature entertained and delighted their ears and hearts. A light fog covered the jade grass which they stood beneath, and the dew lightly soaked the cuffs of her pants. She took no notice to it though as she stood there lost in the embrace of the one male who had captured her heart.
They had been practically inseparable, since the demon slayer had avenged her parents death. After her vengeance had been fulfilled, she stopped slaying, and now assisted Kokiyu's mother with being the village priestess. Kokiyu had taken Sarama's spot as demon slayer, to spite the older woman's constant protests. But, the younger girl had her mind set on it and Sarama trained her as best as she could. Though, Sarama had to admit the teenage girl was pretty good at the job.
The crystal which had killed her double was still with her, strung around her neck and under her watchful eyes. No other demons, nor humans had come after her seeking the power of the crystal, much to her relief. Everything was perfect, almost a little too perfect for comfort. But she had such a hard life, she was glad that it was finally easier.
"Hey, what are you thinking about?" Kirashu asked softly, as he broke their embrace for a few moments and stared into her ocean blue eyes.
"Just thinking how perfect everything is..."
The half-demon smiled at this and brought her body closer to his as he asked in a teasing tone, "And how perfect I am?"
"You are just too perfect for words," she replied as she rolled her eyes.
"Ha, I thought so," Kirashu said, as he tried his best attempt at a cocky smile, which failed miserably. Sarama didn't mind though as she rested her head upon his shoulder and breathed a content sigh.
"I'm going to walk by myself for a little bit. You know where to find me, or how you can find me." The demon slayer said as she broke the moment several minutes later, and reluctantly parted her body from his to head off by herself. She didn't feel the need to go anywhere in particular, her only want was to have a few moments of solitude to think.
Kirashu watched as the demon slayer walked briskly away from him. His eyes followed her as he noticed the slight swaying of her hips from side to side. 'To think, I said I hated it when she did that.'
The half-demon travelled into the forest, deciding that it was best to leave her completely alone. As he entered the forest he watched the shadows playing across the grass, as if an artist was caressing the ground with his brush of light. Suddenly, Kirashu's dog-like ears twitched as his body tensed and he stood alert. The once loud sounds of nature disappeared completely and their was nothing but silence. The only thing his sensitive ears could hear was the whistling of the wind blowing and stirring aged leaves in it's wake.
A sudden sound of a branch cracking underneath the weight of someone or something grabbed his attention and the half-demon spun around to see what it was. As soon as his body faced the direction of the noise he felt it being pushed abruptly into the nearest tree. His vision temporally blurred from the impact of his body and head crashing against the rough bark of the tree. He found himself vulnerable as the feeling of a clawed hand swiped at his chest and then pounded his body against the tree again. For a few seconds his vision completely blacked and he felt his heart beat thundering within his chest as he found it impossible to fight back. Kirashu's heart beat slowed as his vision finally cleared and he got a good look of his attacker. The man, or demon, was cloaked from head to toe. The only thing which could identify him was a pair of blood red eyes which seemed to stare into Kirashu's soul. Kirashu inwardly shivered as his body felt like it would be set aflame by his intense stare. He didn't know that this creature was Nasaou, a demon who had killed Sarama's village and parents. The same creature who had nearly killed the demon slayer, yet died at her hand.
"What the hell do you want from me?!" Kirashu shouted to the demon as he attempted to free himself from his grasp. But, it was to no avail, and the half-demon stopped as he instead rested his hand upon the hilt of his sword.
"I want to use you, you stupid half-breed."
Kirashu was taken aback by the cold and devilish tone which the demon spoke in. He felt himself completely unprepared as his attacker hanged him by the collar of his shirt and then threw him into the nearest tree. He was thrown as if his body was nothing more than a rag doll, and his mind slipped into unconsciousness upon impact.
The demon stalked toward the body of the unconscious half-demon and briskly yanked several white hairs from Kirashu's head. He then took the blood of Kirashu which still stained his clawed hands and rubbed it on a black crystal. The demon placed the hairs of Kirashu upon the crystal and after he had done this he began to chant in an ancient language.
The ground beneath Nasaou's feet began to shake as a whirlwind similar to a small tornado began to swirl where the dark crystal laid. The wind picked up in strength as Nasaou's words became louder and even more defined.
"ARISE!"
The demon screamed out as the wind finally died down and an exact double of Kirashu stood before him. The double slowly opened up his golden eyes and bowed before Nasaou as he awaited his master's first command.
"Kill Sarama." Nasaou commanded as he handed his creation a sword and smiled as it bowed and sprinted away to find the demon slayer. 'I don't know what brought me back to life again after you tried to kill me, but seems like it was my hatred for you, my dear Sarama. Now it has brought back my memory, and you shall pay with your life as you took my own. Now your death will be brought by this half-demon which you have given your heart to. You will know pain and eternal torment. This time, you will not survive or escape.'.
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Sarama had no compression of what had happened, though her slaying instincts told her something was wrong. She stood in a meadow which had the most picturesque view of the mountains and rolling hills as the ground dropped into a steep cliff.
'Nasaou, he was wished back to life. I wonder everyday if it was granted, is he alive? And if he is, why is it taking him so long to attack me and try to finish my life?' The demon slayer thought as the wind softly blew her hair and she closed her eyes as she attempted to heighten her senses. A smile played across her angelic face as she felt the presence of Kirashu coming toward where she stood. But, her smile disappeared into a frown as she felt something was wrong with the half-demon, his aura felt off. All which she could feel was anger and hatred from the half-demon. The woman decided that she had lost touch with her abilities, and turned to meet him.
Sarama immediately felt a sword slicing threw her clothes and felt the sword digging into her soft flesh. She fell quickly backwards and her body rolled across the ground. Once she recovered from her fall Sarama looked up into the eyes of who had attacked her. She was unprepared to see the cold eyes of Kirashu as he held a sword above his head. She watched as her own blood dripped and stained the ground.
"Kirashu... but, why?"
Sarama asked as she stared up at his tall stature and held the wound which he had created. The half-demon didn't answer her and he instead made her stand by grabbing her raven locks. Once the woman was standing again he brought his blade across her stomach and then pushed her closer to the edge of the cliff. This time though she stood with no assistance and stared at Kirashu in disbelief.
'This can't be him.' Sarama thought as her body froze in shock and she could do nothing but stare at the half-demon. It was too late to reason or talk to him as the last blow was stuck and her body flew downwards and plummeted. The last view which she had before submitting to the comfort of unconsciousness was the uncaring face of Kirashu as he gave her a chilling smile as his last good-bye.
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The real Kirashu had just awoken from where he had been knocked out by Nasaou. As his mind cleared and his eyes scanned the forest, the half-demon sniffed the air and caught the scent of Sarama, tainted with blood.
'No, it can't be her.' Kirashu slowly stood and then ran at a quick pace, with each step he took he sped forward even faster. The half-demon stopped as he stopped where the forest broke and opened into a large meadow. His eyes widened in surprise as he saw none other than a double of himself attacking Sarama.
'What the hell is going on?!' Kirashu sprinted forward as he watched Sarama fall backward off of the lip of the cliff. He sped forward with such speed that he never knew that he had. The half-demon slid across the edge of the cliff and held onto the side with one hand. He reached and attempted to catch the falling figure of the demon slayer. But, her body disappeared into the misty depths and all which his hand grabbed was the thin air.
"Sarama!"
Kirashu called out to the demon slayer at the top of his lungs as he watched her body disappear from his sight. Sarama didn't hear Kirashu's desperate cries for her, or see the fresh tears brimming in his eyes. The woman could only hear the wind whispering in her ears as she allowed fate and gravity take her body.
Kirashu crawled up to the top of the cliff, and then laid his body as he closed his eyes. He felt his tears streaming down his face, but he refused to wipe them away or move. He didn't wish to live, if she was dead.
"You're broken, aren't you?" Nasaou asked the half-demon in a taunting tone.
Kirashu looked up at the demon who had questioned him. But, as he looked upward he looked for his double who had attacked Sarama. As he saw that it was no where to be seen he stared up at the blue sky. He laid there and didn't acknowledge the demon's constant stare. His heart felt as if it was broken in two.
The demon refused to leave Kirashu be and smiled as he mumbled incoherent words and placed a curse upon the broken half-demon.
"You will hunt down and attack villages, doing my job for me. The only way this can be broken is for that wretched woman to come back to life, and I highly doubt that. The love for the demon slayer will fuel it. And since your foolish love for that wretched woman was endless, I'd say you will be doing it for a long time."
Nasaou then left Kirashu alone, happy that he had finally killed the woman and destroyed the spirit of the half-demon which she loved. Kirashu felt the curse taking effect. His eyes turned from golden to blood red, and his breathing quickened with every breath he took. The desire to kill and destroy called him, and he accepted the feelings as he arose and ran forward. He had nothing to live for anymore, and he didn't try to fight the curse which was placed on him.
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Sarama felt herself plummeting backward, where, she did not know. She thought that she heard the anguished cry of Kirashu, but she could hear no more than the wind now. It blew into the sleeves of shirt and the openings of her pants, chilling her to the bone. Thoughts rushed inside of her mind as quickly as the wind blowing against her warm skin.
'He attacked me, why did he attack me?'
She fell farther downward, her descent toward the bottom seemed to endless, as well as her constant questions which refused to be answered.
'Does he really hate me? Did he just steal my heart and then feel the need to destroy it? He did leave me for those four years, and I never felt such a pain as I did in those years. In a way, he betrayed me.' The jagged rocks below appeared from the heavy mist and the crystal which was on her neck flashed all of the feelings she was going through. Just as she was growing momentum and approached the rocks below, she felt as if time had stopped. At that moment she knew she was being given a choice: life, or death.
'A choice? I'm being given a choice?!' Sarama thought about the choice, feeling herself being almost torn apart by so many different emotions.
'If I have to live, and live a life knowing that the only one I loved tried to kill me... Then I choose death!' She stated her decision and her body began it's last descent to the ground again.
'I hate you, Kirashu. If I get a second chance again, I will take your life as you took mine!' Sarama felt shocked by this thought, but she had no time to change it. Her body had finally made impact with the jagged rocks. With that last proclamation, her mind left her broken heart and body behind. And at that last moment of her life, she knew the feeling of true torment and hatred.
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Ahh, the first sequel, I hope you guys like liked it! I know, real sad, and angstish, but still, I like it, but I'm so mean with my characters, lol. They'll be another sequel too which should be more upbeat (I think), with, Kirashu, Sarama, and their child too, hehe. But that'll be after this story is done. Well, don't just sit there! Send me a review. *notices the glares* Erm, pretty please? *Note*- Changed where this fic was, I thought that it would fit better in InuYasha than where it was at.