Summary: Kik had been laid to rest and Inu had taken Kag as his mate. In the last battle with Nar, Kag is injured internally. She seemed to completely recover. Years later, she dies when the wound is reopened in a battle with a youkai. Kag dies Inu has to deal with it. Then, something happens and Inu gets a second chance. What will he do? Kag/Inu with a little Mir/San
Prologue
The wind sighed through the trees, stirring their branches slightly as it passed by slowly, as if though sad. The wind sang a sad song… The clouds overhead were dark and covered the sun to where it seemed as if though it had not risen today. Slowly, the rain started to fall. Small droplets drifting down lazily from the sky. The sky was crying…
Water droplets dripped down from the boughs of the God Tree and fell onto the sad mourners below. They wore the clothes they'd worn forever, and would have seemed to just be an odd bunch of travelers to any passer-byers except for the sadness contained in their faces. Each member of this odd ensemble had a sad mask on. They approached a dry well in the middle of the forest and silently, one-by-one, jumped into it. They reappeared inside a small shrine and filed out silently. It was raining here too…
They stopped next to another group of people wearing the same sad mask. They all stood around, tears in their eyes, staring at something on the ground at the base of the tree next to a large hole. Or rather, someone. A beautiful young woman lay on a tufted cushion inside a long, black box. She seemed serene there, and a timeless beauty seemed to have settled around her frame like a pale mist. One young exterminator woman ran off weeping, a young monk comforting her all the while. A young kitsune burst into tears and started bawling. One young boy sat there crying 'Sister, sister!' An old man sat there in traditional priest robes, praying. One woman was holding the young boy close and was crying softly herself, the silent tears streaming down her face. A small neko demon was trying to comfort the exterminator woman. An old woman stood there, looking at the girl sadly. But there was one who stood right next to her, trying not to cry. He looked broken. This man had silver hair and fluffy dog-ears on top of his head. He had sharp talons where his nails should be and he wore red clothing made of fire-rat fur.
Don't put her in there… he thought. Don't put her away in the dark… She's too beautiful, warm, and bright to put away in the dark… She's scared of it… Why are you putting her in that dark hole? She doesn't belong there… When she wakes up, she'll be mad…He dropped to his knees before her casket, head bowed, hiding the tears that threatened to fall. Kagome…
He refused to believe it. His mind wouldn't let her go… His heart couldn't believe she was gone. When he'd killed that youkai, he had run over to her, glad it was over. She seemed fine until blood trickled down from the corners of her mouth. He'd felt his heart stop then. He'd prayed she'd get better. Hell, he would have sold his soul to Naraku if it would make her better. But from then on out, things had only gotten worse. Then, she'd died…
He clenched his fists. At that moment, he wished his father had left him the Tensaiga instead of Tetsusaiga. He would have been able to save Kagome. Then, he'd bring the youkai back, kill it, bring it back, kill it, bring it back, kill it, etc. Its death wasn't painful enough. He'd tried to bargain with Sesshomaru. He'd even offered him Tetsusaiga, but he refused saying he didn't need the fang when he had Tokijin. He didn't want it anymore. And he couldn't wield the sword, so he said it was useless to him. And he couldn't use Sesshomaru's sword either.
The monk, having comforted the exterminator until she was only sniffing occasionally, walked over to the hanyou. He put his hand on his shoulder and the hanyou turned around towards him.
"You know this would happen sooner or later, Inu-Yasha. She was only mortal after all…"
The words stung Inu-Yasha as it finally sank in that he would never see her again. He'd never see Kagome again. He'd never see his mate again. Tears threatened to overcome the stubborn hanyou, but he shook them away. He turned back towards Kagome, his back to the monk.
"I know… it's just so hard to believe she's really gone… Kagome…"She was gone. And there was nothing he could do about it. The thought threatened to make him break down crying. He felt empty… Defeated. Broken…
Kagome… he thought, a single tear trailing down his face. How can I go on without you?
So, what do you think? R&R. No rough language or the favor shall be returned. Hope you like. Fay.