She ran faster. No matter how far she went, it seemed she was going nowhere. She was lost…but was she lost in the forest, or lost in herself?
She remembered. The ground cracking…that girl, Kagome was falling. She winced in something she hoped was pain as she remembered Inuyasha's face…how he had screamed her name in terror…
He had once yelled her name that way…but those days were past, she decided, angrily flipping her hair out of her eyes, trying to avoid running into something.
She had shot the arrow. The purified air had caught the girl. That's when they all turned to stare at her…that's when she started to run.
Her vision was going blurry. Hadn't she passed that tree before? Once…or maybe twice? She was going in circles. Too tired to move and too tired to care. I might as well die here. She thought as the burning spread through the clay imitation of her once-body. I do have the power to end my life whenever I desire don't I? But that was suicide: the thing that priestesses weren't even allowed to think of…whether they were dead or not. Something though…something else stopped her from doing it. Every time she thought about death, she was filled with a strange desire, something she couldn't fully explain.
She was only a clay doll, possessed by the malice and bitterness of a dead priestess. She had no identity and no feeling. She was no better than a pot made of clay. An empty pot with nothing on the inside. What should she know of anything but her quest to destroy the…thing that had killed her? What right did she have to invade the world of the living…to separate Inuyasha from the woman he…
No, she would not think of that. She would stop to rest…to purify her thoughts.
It all happened so quickly. The rock…falling over a rocky edge…falling into a dark abyss where the whole world suddenly…went…black.
He sensed her presence before he smelled it. The bones and grave-dirt smell. He was off before he heard the protest of Jaken and the cry of Rin.
What was she doing out here alone? Her aura, however faint it might be considering she was not a living creature, was troubled. Running from something…running from what?
Inuyasha's scent. Running from Inuyasha? What had he done?
He started to flare up in anger. He didn't know which of them to cast his fury on…probably the first one he saw. Why did the feelings he swore he had buried 50 years ago feel like they needed to resurface?
Inuyasha…baka…you were a fool to abandon her…