AN: This is how I think Inuyasha might end. Or not, but it is a possibility. I'm not Rumiko Takahashi-sama, you know. And since this is mine, expect large amounts of tragedy and angst ahead. :D

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha, Kagome, or "Inuyasha": Rumiko Takahashi does; I just use them for my own sadistic purposes. :P

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Yakusoku
Chapter 1: Made

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While her friends were sleeping in a shelter a few feet away, Kagome sat on the edge of a cliff and looked out over the field below her. She thought it was a beautiful field: the midnight dew shimmering in the moonlight, splotches of yellow flowers poking out through the sea of green grass, and the sparse but full trees scattered across it. She didn't want it all bathed in red like it was sure to be the next day.

That field was where Inuyasha and Naraku agreed to hold their final battle. Kagome was sure Inuyasha would win. Ever since they first met he had only gotten stronger, and Naraku had only gotten weaker. Naraku is evil, and arrogance comes with being evil. Arrogance can bring even the strongest down.

As she swung her legs hanging over the side of the cliff Kagome looked up towards the sky and thought about what the next day might bring. The clear, sparkling stars were beautiful, and she knew -- she wasn't sure, she knew -- that Inuyasha would win. With the stars glistening in her eyes and Inuyasha winning in her mind, she felt herself lift up; her cloud of hope was rising steadily towards the sky. Then it burst. Kagome wasn't any different from everybody else; even when she tried to block them out, the bad thoughts still snuck in.

What if Inuyasha didn't win?

What if Inuyasha died?

Kagome let out a little gasp and clutched her chest with both hands, tears welling up in her eyes. Her cloud had burst and she had fallen back to Earth. Hard. The tears trickled down her cheeks and dripped from her chin, falling to the dirt and coloring it a few shades darker. The field below the cliff was implanted into her mind, but it was
smeared with Inuyasha's blood.

What if Inuyasha died?

Soft hands grabbed Kagome's waist and hair that wasn't hers fell over her shoulders. The hands had fingernails that ended sharp with claws and the long hair was thick and white. It was Inuyasha.

"I woke up and didn't see you in bed," Inuyasha said, "You should be in bed. You need your sleep." He flushed and looked away from her as if he were telling embarrassing secrets rather than expressing concern.

Kagome looked down, pretending to be distracted by Inuyasha's hands. "I can't sleep. I keep thinking about tomorrow," she said.

"Tomorrow's why you need your sleep. You'll need all the strength you can get. Naraku's still strong, and he might have some new tricks for us," Inuyasha said.

Kagome twisted her upper body around, pulling her legs up onto the cliff and underneath her, and grabbed Inuyasha's kimono. "You won't die. Promise me you won't die!" she cried as she buried her head into Inuyasha's chest.

Inuyasha lifted her head up with his hand so that she could look into his eyes. "I promise, Kagome. I won't die." Kagome smiled and wiped her tears away with her sleeve. Inuyasha quickly turned away, crossing his arms over his chest. "Feh, what made you think I would die anyway, stupid girl? Go to bed. I'll be in after you."

Kagome stood up. "Okay. I'll be waiting for you," she said and ran towards the shelter. Inuyasha watched her and whispered as if he were speaking to himself than to her.

"I promise to protect you, Kagome."

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Review! Constructive criticism and praises are welcome. Unconstructive criticism are not, I get enough of that at home.