Disclaimer: I'm just a poor, innocent, teenager.
Pfft.
Well, even if I'm not that, per se, I AM most definitely not the brilliant Rumiko Takahashi, and thus, must settle for pretending to control her colorful characters. So don't sue me, because it's not cool to sue minors with an alliteration fetish.
~Kamibi
Savior
Kagome spat a chunk of blood and bile from her mouth, and glared at her enemy with a hate that she had only recently felt.
Dead…they're all dead… her brain was repeating disbelievingly. It couldn't be true. Not after all this, after everything they'd been through, it had to be a lie. It had to be some illusion.
It wasn't real.
It was.
Naraku laughed and taunted her, but she didn't hear him. All she heard was her friends' laughter, her love's insults. All she heard was her kit crying for Kagome to save him from Inuyasha. She heard a little girl who was utterly devoted to the man who had saved her, she heard an annoying kappa who didn't deserve an ending like that. She heard an old woman who had lost so much, yet remained so young.
She heard everyone one of them scream in outrage, fear, and incredulity as, one by one, they fell.
Her eyes were dull, even as she seethed her loathing to the one who claimed them all. She didn't see a silver Inu calmly rid the world of the menace that was the spider hanyou, tossing the completed Shikon no Tama at her. Kagome didn't move a muscle.
Dead…dead...
Sesshoumaru glanced at the miko with a bored sort of interest. It looked like she had fallen apart with the trauma of her comrades' deaths. Pity, too. She had seemed so strong.
He sneered. "Miko, get up."
She looked at him.
He looked back.
For some reason, it bothered him to see her so. She was usually as bright and cheerful as his now-departed daughter (he had mourned, but in true Sesshoumaru fashion, reached closure with killing her killer). With her like this, his perception of the world altered. It didn't make sense, and he was such a perfectionist…
Drawing Tenseiga, he vaguely saw the wench's eyes glow with a new hope. As he peered around, he saw that all of their souls had already been delivered by the Pall Bearers. Shame, then; he sheathed his sword, and Kagome's eyes flickered out.
Kagome…yes, that was her name. Intriguing name, too.
He stepped over his half-brother's body, nearly kicked the monk's, passed by the Taijiya's and her pet's, and then reached Kagome.
The cool, collected youkai pulled her by her hand to her feet, where he looked her sternly in the eye, and said, "Kagome, now you bear the weight of their deaths. You must live in the happiness they would have expected to live to make up for what they couldn't achieve. It is your responsibility to be joyful for them."
A load of crap, really, but it worked as her eyes brightened again, and this time, he knew they would remain. This pleased him, and he didn't question it.
He led her away from the gore, and set a pace for his palace. She plodded along after him, silent, but radiating hope.
Kagome stared at his white-clad back in wonder, that he would do so much to liven her up. And he was right; it was her job to go on for them, and have the happiness that they were supposed to. She wasn't done grieving, not by a long shot.
But she was close, thanks to her new companion.
She smiled tentatively, and somewhere else, her loved ones and a small girl smiled back.
Author's Note:
So this one doesn't fit entirely with the title, but I felt like writing a more serious piece…back to chapter seven of Bird! I have inspiration!
~Kamibi
