Soul-Seeking Lament

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Prologue

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By Yurameki

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The darkness of the night caused the woman to stumble and fall onto the ground covered in mud. The rain beat against her as she tried to regain her footing. The pain was becoming too much for her to handle.

"HELP ME!" She yelled as another contraction hit her.

"Quickly! Get her inside!" She heard a voice yell then felt several hands guide her inside a small house.

"Put her here. Hurry!"

Another scream tore from her lips as the pain was becoming unbearable. "This isn't good. There's too much blood. Quick, get me some hot water and rags. There's not much time."

Her breathing was uneven as she tried to concentrate. It was the end for her, she could feel that. The only comfort was that her child would be able to live.

"The contractions are right on top of each other. Help me!" A voice yelled.

She could several people scramble around the room. This was it, she thought. It was time to let it all go. She breathed in deeply then, without warning she began to push.

"WAIT! Not yet! Are you completely mad, woman!?"

She didn't care. She had to get this done before she died from blood loss.

"There's too much blood! You can't!"

Another grunt emitted from her lips as she pushed again.

"It's coming! I can see the head," said another voice.

She pushed harder. It was the end for her and the beginning for her child. It was almost over.

"AGAIN!" Someone shouted. She pushed once more then felt her child being torn from her loins. The pain was beyond words.

The cry of a child rang throughout the room. "It's a girl!"

"It's ok, it'll be ok," she heard someone whisper in her ear.

"My child," she spoke hoarsely. "I want to see her," she saw the sympathy in the person's eyes before they nodded and turned away from her.

They returned with a small bundle in their arms. "It's a girl."

The woman nodded then smiled sadly. She was too weak to hold her own child and she could feel herself slowly slipping away. The footsteps of people running around and the shouts for more water and blankets drowned out as she gazed upon her creation. It would be the last thing she would see. "Her name," she began her last words. "It will be Kikyou."

Her breath ceased and the room became quiet. All except the piercing cries of a child could be heard.

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Author's Note:

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music that inspired this part: DEG - Embryo

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