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Just Keep Breathing'If I keep my eyes closed, it's not real. If I keep my eyes closed, it's not real. If I keep my eyes closed, it's not real.' That's all he could think as he lay, curled up on the ground where he had been thrown. An ear splitting scream was emitted by an all-to-familiar voice not far away. 'If I keep my eyes closed, it's not real.'
There were other voices now. Unfamiliar in sound. 'If I keep my eyes closed, it's not real.' Inuyasha was nowhere to be seen. The stench of blood was becoming strong. Another scream erupted from the girl who loved him like his mother did before she was killed too. 'If I keep my eyes closed, it's not real. Oh Kagome! Please don't die! I can't help you! I'm not strong enough! If you close your eyes, it's not real!'
Shippo squeezed his eyes even tighter together. "Kagome!" he half cried, half yelled. The smell of blood was now overwhelming. The hard ground beneath him was becoming red and soft as even more people were killed. 'If I keep my eyes closed, it's not real.' All he could hear were the screams of the villagers, Kagome's crying, and the roar of the demon. "I don't know what to do! Help! Anybody help! I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO!"
He was lost, frightened, swimming in blood that was not his own. 'What do I do?' He couldn't think. Let alone do anything to help. He was paralyzed with fear. His senses were all fuzzy. His head was pounding. He couldn't hear anything specific anymore. It all sounded like a great roar of sound, with every noise intertwining and wrapping themselves around one another so that every noise was just like the other.
Shippo could feel himself falling, spinning into dark. 'If I keep my eyes closed, it's not real.' He was growing lighter. Everything was becoming only vacant. 'It's not real!' It was all dim and distant. Like only whispers that have been lost in the wind. "It's . . . real."
It was cold, dark, and wet when Shippo woke up. He was lying on his back holding something in his had. He let go and six jewel shards fell into the crimson grass. He sat up rubbing his throbbing head. He looked around. Not far from him he saw Kagome sleeping. She had many bandages rapped around her. There were bodies scattered a little ways away.
Shippo stood up and walked to a bucket of water that was next to Kagome. He peered over the edge and look at his reflection. He was older than the little kit he once was when Kagome had found him. He looked less like a baby, taller, maybe even stronger. But the thing that bothered him was the red on his fangs and face. He took his finger and swiped a bit of it off, sniffed it, then retched. It was the demon's.
Yeah, I know. It's lame. I just felt compelled to write it. Reviews and flames alike are welcomed. n.n